My Ultimate Truth …. aka My Why

My Why

Because I’m a total glutton for punishment, and am just absorbing information like a freaking sponge lately, I signed up for yet another content challenge, this time for a whopping 30 days. I’m going through it on a daily basis, and doing the stuff that is expected of me, but am finding it difficult to write up all the awesomeness on the same day as I’m supposed to do it.

Wait. That made no sense.

Okay. Today’s blog post was actually written on Day 2 of the challenge….which was on Friday. I’m taking advantage of the fabulous scheduling feature of WP and it’s saving so much stress, it’s unreal.

So today, I want to talk to you about expectations. Societal, familial, whatever….we all have them. We all have this stuff we are “supposed” to do, whether we want to or not. For me, I was “supposed” to go to school and finish high school with amazing results after year 12. Umm…oops. I made it to year 11 and I’d had enough.

I was “supposed” to go to university. I was “supposed” to meet some lovely man and get married and have children and have a house and a lovely car and a lovely holiday every year and blah blah blah…..

That’s not exactly what happened.

I left school. I bummed around a bit not really knowing what I wanted to do. I got pregnant at 18 after being with my boyfriend for 2 months, and left the country to come to Australia a month after that. I was a single mum for two years, then I met my ex, who was anything but the “lovely man” I had envisioned. I was a walking punch bag for 6 years instead. I had two more kids with him, kids who I adore, and will never, ever regret having, but who have had a few hard lessons into family and love and relationships. I was expected to just get out of that relationship. Just like that. The cops told me to move interstate. Funny.

Then I went to uni. I got a bachelor in psychology, followed by an honours degree. I got married to a lovely man (who flew half way around the world to be with me even though all our family and friends said we were insane…again, there’s those familial and societal expectations!). I had two more kids, then returned to uni for the third time to get a graduate diploma in education because, well, society says I have to work for other people, and to do that I have to have lots of pieces of paper to prove that I can sit in a classroom and behave myself and write a fairly good academic paper.

Truth is, I’m not the best counsellor on the planet, but I worked my arse off for my clients. I’m a brand new teacher who wasn’t excelling and left my last school swearing I’d never teach again…..but I adored my students and worked 17 hours a day every day to make sure I could say I at least tried….at the expense of time with my own kids and husband.


Because society says so.

Society says I have to be this and do that, and have this, and get that….but it has to be done by going to work for people who don’t give a shit about me, or my kids, or my family in general. I have to go to work with tears streaming down my face because I know in my gut that I’m not living MY way, or MY truth.

They don’t care that I don’t want to work 17 hour days, wolfing down whatever snack food I can get my hands on and getting fatter and more miserable by the second.

They don’t care that I’d much rather work in my pyjamas, or be able to say “Nah. Not today. Today is for my kids.”

They certainly don’t care that the only person I want as my employer is me.  

I’m actually thinking of going back to uni but this time to do something in marketing or something similar so that I can put ALL of my time and energy into my own business. I have LOADS of ideas floating around in my  head for both SOHJ and other more business like type stuff. But there’s bills to pay and mouths to feed, and society says I can’t stay like this forever….

I hate being told by society that I’m wrong. I hate being judged by society because I am actively choosing to stay at home with my son while he’s little; he’ll be in transition next year and I’ll never get this time with him back. I love being at home for my beautiful teen daughters who I am teaching to do what they love! I don’t care if they never finish school. They’re not academic and school just isn’t for everyone. Miss 15 wants to be a photographer; Miss 14 wants to dance….and good on them, too! I’m tired of being made to fit in a box that I’ll just never fit in. My kids will never fit into those boxes either.

Why should we? Why should we repeatedly go to jobs we’re qualified for but aren’t enjoying? Why are we forced to only dream about a life that we’ll never really be able to have because 6 weeks annual leave just isn’t enough for all the exploring we want to do? Who the hell made it this way?

This is my why. This is why I stretch myself as an artist and why I’m absorbing business information like a sponge. It’s why I’m doing LIVE videos even though they scare the living daylights out of me. I can go to bed at night knowing that I spent the day doing something that might not mean a whole lot to the world at large but truly makes me a happier, more content person, and a much better mum than I was before.

Release yourself from these bloody societal “norms” and do what makes you happy. Choose to do what makes your soul soar!

With all my love,



Photo credit: Marco / Zak via / CC BY-ND


How I Confronted My Inner Whiny Bitch



I’ve been hearing it for months. Years, actually.

Oh my god, you suck.

You can’t do anything right.

Why can’t you just realise that you’re useless and nobody will ever give a damn about you or your jewellery…like, ever.

We all have an inner whiny bitch. Don’t deny it. She’s there. She might not be as visible or as vocal as my IWB, but she’s there. You might be able to keep your IWB in control, you may be able to get through every single day without her making an appearance. Unfortunately for me, mine has been particularly awful in recent weeks:

You cannot leave the house looking like THAT!

What on earth are you thinking? You can’t do that!

You know, that’s just rude. You can’t be asking for a sale like that. God, what’s wrong with you?!?!?

You do know that they all think you’re utterly stupid, right?

You may recognise this as negative self talk and you’re absolutely right. It is. I just happen to prefer the term, Inner Whiny Bitch. Here’s the thing. I have social anxiety, and it’s bad. It’s now at the point where I can’t make phone calls to the electric company, phone company, housing people, or any other authority figure. If I do, I have to mentally rehearse what I’ll say beforehand, and try to anticipate what they will say, so I can rehearse what I’ll say in response to their response. It’s exhausting. I avoid meetings with my kids schools because they intimidate me so much. I really want to go to playgroups and stuff with my son but that damn IWB just won’t shut up long enough for me to talk myself into just having a go and doing it, so I end up staying at home, only interacting online because that’s not so scary. Real life doesn’t have a backspace button and I tend to put foot in mouth a lot. People actually scare me. That’s a horrible thing to experience for a 38 year old woman who should be a lot more confident than she is.

Today though, I gave my IWB the ass whooping she deserved.

I’m doing an awesome facebook engagement challenge at the moment, which is working superbly well, and every day the challenge developer Sherri-Lee makes us do a task that will help us to increase reach and engagement on our business pages.

Day one and day two were easy, basically stuff I was already doing on my page but not quite doing the right way. Now that I have the right way under my belt, I’m noticing some huge differences and that is truly awesome.

Day three was like a slap in the face. It made me freeze. I got chills. I got panicky. I couldn’t breathe. I had a moment where I thought, “Well that’s as far as I’ll go in this one, then!”

Yep, she wanted us to do a Facebook Live video. 

Me. In all my weird accented, chubby faced, lispy “gorgeousness”….and she wants me to do a video.

No. No, no, no.

I thought about it all night. It went around and around in my head. I got dizzy. And my IWB freaking LOVED IT.

See?? I told you this was a stupid waste of time.

People will think you’re fat.

You don’t have enough makeup to cover all your ugly.

This is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.

You do remember how the videos of your counselling sessions at university went, yes? You sucked then, and you’ll suck now.

I tried everything I could to block her out. I took long, deep, cleansing breaths. I listened to calming music. I grounded myself as best as I could so I didn’t spiral into a full blown panic attack. I went to bed, and didn’t think of it again until morning.

I knew I had a webinar I wanted to listen to this morning. I also knew that the best time for me to do this (if it was ever going to happen!) was 8am. But my kids were sick and my son just wanted to snuggle with me and the whole time, she was there…whispering.

Excuses, excuses. You’ll never do it. You’re too scared. You’re……

I drowned her out by busying myself with my son and his needs. The next thing I knew I was getting dressed, and putting on my makeup.

“Mum, what are you doing?” asked my daughter.

“Umm…I have to do a live video for my page.” I stammered.

“Oh. Wear this wig, mum. I like this one!” It’s lovely to be supported. It’s lovely to know that she knows that a wig was most definitely necessary to help me to step into that zone…

So…I was dressed, face on, hair on and ready to go. I got all comfy and positioned on my daughter’s bed (her room has great lighting), figured out how to set my phone up on a bunch of books, leaning against a glass (probably not the best set up, but it’ll do for now).I put the title of the live video in….and froze.  I sat there for 15 minutes, staring out the window with my IWB whispering her words of doubt and self loathing into my head.

This was my next facebook post. IWB at her finest:


Great. At that point, I was ready to pack it all up and retreat to bed for snuggles with my boy, but then I remembered something. A Year 5 student I worked with while I was on prac for my education diploma asked me once, “Miss, did you ever get anything wrong when you were a kid?” My answer was simple. “Oh yes. All the time, but that’s how we learn, isn’t it? You can’t let fear of getting it wrong stop you from trying.” 

IWB didn’t know how to deal with that.

But I told you! You SUCK and you’ll fail at this!! I….I….know you will! What the hell?

Oi!! Listen to me! Why aren’t you listening?!?

All of a sudden, her voice became smaller, quieter, more distant, and my Inner Queen Diva came out to play instead:

Honey, you look great. You’re out of your comfort zone and that’s scary, I know. But this is for something you’re passionate about, something that defines who you are. You can do this. Talk about what you love. You’ll be okay. I’m with you every step of the way. Now go. Do it!

So, I did. I hit that “Go Live” button with the shakiest, most terrified hands, but I hit the button and spoke. There were screw ups, and technical issues. I actually had to do it twice because I stuffed up the first one when I instincively swiped a notification away on my phone…oops! But now I know…don’t touch any part of the screen when on FB Live! I stumbled over a few words and lost track a little bit, but I did it. It feels so good to have just gone with it. It wasn’t perfect and I’m never, ever going to be a star of the screen, but it’s done.

My people didn’t laugh at me. They celebrated with me. They didn’t tell me I looked fat or that my skin was awful. They didn’t tell me how much I sucked or that I should “get a real job” like my IWB has told me so many times lately.  I did get a friendly ribbing  about my bizarre accent but that I can handle because it’s true and it came from someone I adore.

I feel so good. My IWB is in hiding somewhere, licking her wounds…and she needs to stay there. She has no place in my head anymore.

Have you overcome your IWB lately? Tell me how in the comments.

Sending you much love and high fives,



PS For those who’d like to witness this whooping of the IWB…you can watch my FB Live video here. 

Photo credit: Nick Kenrick. via Visualhunt / CC BY-NC-SA

What to charge for your handmade products


Photo credit: mr-numb via Visualhunt / CC BY-NC-ND


My blood is boiling, people!

I’m in a lot of jewellery related groups on Facebook and recently that pesky question, “What should I charge for this? is $20 too much?” has once again raised it’s ugly head.

Now, I’m all for people asking for help. I am. But when it comes to pricing, I really get annoyed very quickly and so I try to avoid these discussions. Charging $20 for a necklace you probably spent hours making is not okay. It’s too low. Far too low! Jewellery is a luxury item. Stop being so afraid to charge what it’s worth! 

I do understand, though. When I first started out, my prices seemed obscene and I’d often lament to my poor hubby, “Who the heck is going to pay $20 for THAT?!?” and he’d get all annoyed and tell me that I had to remember that it was made by hand, and not in some sweatshop being sold for pennies to big stores. It took me a couple of years to come around to his way of thinking, but now I can charge $240 for a wire woven bracelet thast took me six hours to make (probably more, if I’m honest, when you include treating with LoS, scrubbing, polishing, photographing, listing on the website etc…..) and not feel guilty about it. I’m also learning about my dream client, so now I design, produce and market to her, and she can afford my prices. More on that in a later blog, I think!

Handmadeology sums it up beautifully:

If you charge too low, you are not only cheapening the perceived value of your own work, you are also cheapening the work of others because the public learns to think that some jewelers who charge what they are worth, are charging too much. –

So, here’s what you should be charging for:


Your time is precious. Charge for it! And for the love of all things holy, don’t charge less than minimum wage for your hourly rate. Right now, I charge minimum wage for my wire work but that will increase as my skill level increases. I’m not going to train and study and practice and learn for years just to keep paying myself minimum wage. That’s ridiculous. It’s harmful. You also have to take into consideration things like down time because you’re sick, or you want to take a holiday with your family, or whatever…charge an hourly rate that works for you, and stick to it (or even increase it as your needs change). Aussie designer Simone Walsh has a great article on her site about this, including a great method to settle on your final hourly rate. Check it out here.


You should be charging for your overheads, too. Just because you’re a stay at home mumpreneur doing this for some extra dollars doesn’t mean that you don’t have overheads. My lights wouldn’t be on until 2am every day if I wasn’t doing this. My computer wouldn’t be on until all hours. Internet access wouldn’t be such a necessity, either. Electricity and internet are not free (or if they are free wherever you are, I’m moving!). Charge for your overheads (industry standard is 20% of materials + labour).


Materials don’t buy themselves. Charge accordingly, but please don’t forget….you are charging what it would cost to replace those items, so if you got them on sale, you charge regular price because by the time you sell the piece and go to replace those items, the chances are they’re not on sale anymore. So now you have to replace those items at full price, whcih chews into your profit. Think about it. Also, take into consideration the currency that you buy items in. I have to buy most of my things from overseas and for the longest time, I undercut myself on materials because I was forgetting to charge in Australian dollars! So, let’s say I bought a stone for $5 USD, I’ve actually paid $6.87 Australian for it. (Ebay is fantastic because it tells me exactly what I paid in my currency so it stops this confusion). If I only charged $5 (Australian), I’d be screwing myself out of $1.87!! That adds up fast.


A percentage of each sale should be going right back into your business. Charge  so you can afford to do so.


You do want to make some money from your jewellery, yes? Then you need to be taking your profit into account too.

So really….is $20 for that necklace that took you 4 hours to weave really enough? No? I didn’t think so. 




PS. A quick google search will bring up a million and one different calculations, formulas etc on how to price your work, but I love this calculator which was developed by Laura Bracken. It takes ALL the guesswork out of pricing, and includes five different pricing formulas so you can choose which one feels right to you. The newest version, which I just got today (you get free updates for life), even includes your re-investment amount so you know exactly where every cent is going. It’s awesome and I can’t do pricing without it, anymore.










Boxes and bags and tags…oh my!



I went shopping recently (and no, not on Ebay!). No, I went shopping for packaging supplies. Anyone who has been a customer of mine for a while will know that I’ve been through a few versions of my packaging, including spending stupid amounts of money on white shiny giftboxes simply didn’t suit who I am, but I’ve never really been happy with any of it until now.

When I rebranded to Seven Oaks back in January of this year, I wanted my packaging to be more organic, more natural in it’s appearance.  I love trees (part of the reason for my name!) and all things wooden, so it made sense for me to go with brown Kraft boxes and bags as much as possible. However, buying them individually from Spotlight got expensive fast, and I didn’t want to have to up prices of my items to cover it.

On a recent trip to the local shopping centre, I popped into one of those bargain type stores (it’s called Dollars and Sense here but you probably have something different where you’re from), and lo and behold they had increased their packaging and scrapbooking aisle! Score!

Here’s a little look at my loot:



I love these little square Kraft boxes, and bonus…they come in packs of three! They will suit my pendants and smaller pieces really well, I think!


Because I’m really fussy and also wasn’t overly sure on the sizes, I grabbed a three pack of these lovely round boxes too! These are bigger, as you can see, and I reckon they’ll be fantastic for woven bracelets and larger pendants.


The last time I bought a Kraft box, my piece sort of jiggled around in it, and I got really panicky over the security and safety of the piece. I assume it was fine because I didn’t get an email from the customer saying otherwise, but I was still pretty paranoid. Now that I’m predominantly working in wire woven pieces, I don’t want them being knocked around. I literally tripped over this bag of cotton fill and grabbed it immediately. Pieces will be nice and snuggled in their boxes now, and I won’t be so stressed!


Looking great so far, but a tad on the plain side. Hubby spotted these adorable little owl stickers (no, they’re not really stickers, they have two sides and are sort of back to back with an adhesive on the very back to make them pop out….scrapbooking folks will know what they’re called) and also some super cute little blue birds. I ended up going with the owls, but now that I’m thinking of it, maybe some blue birds would be good too (Note to self: Put blue bird sticker things on shopping list for next time). 


I always like to include a handwritten note to my customers to say thank you. I just think it adds to the shopping handmade experience and lets my customers know I’m grateful and am thinking of them. I use the plain back side to write my note. These were too perfect not to be grabbed!

Finally, I just couldn’t resist these little gift bags. They don’t go out with every order, only small, flat ones like rings (which are lovingly wrapped in gift wrap and have a thank you card, etc). I think I’ll stock up on these for when I start doing markets again, too!


The final look (this is actually going out to a customer today):


I’m pretty happy with it and yes, it might need a few tweaks here and there, but all in all it’s so much more like me now, too. I think it’s super important that while your packaging should be pristine and professional looking, it needs to reflect you as an artist and should have some of your personality injected into it too. After all, people buy handmade from a person, not a machine or huge corporation. Make it special.


For those in peril on Ebay…

**Thanks to my friend, customer and reader Dea who gave me the idea for this blog**

Photo by VisualHunt

I love to shop.

No, that’s not quite accurate. I love to shop online. As someone with quite a moderate case of social anxiety, being around lots of people while I’m trying to get my head straight enough to actually buy the item I walked into the store for can be too much. I hate grocery shopping with a passion so hubby usually gets that horrible chore to do, but what I absolutely cannot resist shopping for is jewellery making stuff.

Unfortunately, I live in an area that pretty much sucks when it comes to shopping for these items.We have two aisles in Spotlight and while that’s an improvement on what we used to have and will do in an absolute pinch, I can usually be found scouring the internet for all my bits and bobs. I have my favourite stores – Rio Grande for my wire, a few Etsy sellers for other bits and bobs…..and Ebay for my stones.

Oh dear.

Having money in my Paypal account is dangerous. Have you ever watched a dog when they’re watching you eat? You know how they start drooling and they get that glazed over look in their eyes when you finally give in and give them a pork chop? Yeah, that’s me.

Up until recently though I’ve been pretty good, only buying two or three stones at a time, and always using the “Buy It Now” feature and giving the seller what they’re asking for. In fact, just a few weeks ago I bought eight new beautiful stones (I’m still waiting for them to arrive but they’re scrumptious and I can’t wait to show them off to you!).

Then, a few days ago, I decided to bid on a fabulously gorgeous pinkish red stone that I’ve never seen before. The shape and colour are magnificent and I knew it had to be mine. Decidedly out of character for me, I hit the place bid button and it was like I was taken over by some strange, bidding monster. My God, who knew I could get stones like THAT for THAT price?!?

Why didn’t I think of this earlier?!?

The next thing I knew, there were another 7 stones begging to be bought by me, and yes, I’d bid on all of them. It’s such a weird feeling, especially for someone who doesn’t bid on anything and never gambles or does anything “uncertain” with money. I got over it pretty quick though and thought, “Oh what the hell? If I can get some yummy stones like this without breaking the bank, then that’s awesome!”

Then I was outbidded.

What the hell? 

Now, I’m not an idiot and know full well that this was a possibility, but I wasn’t expecting that strange, sinking feeling which was then instantly replaced by “Oh no you didn’t!” complete with head bob….

Up went the bid.

It’s okay, I’m still in control, it’s all good. I can stop whenever I want….

I didn’t sleep. I ended up sitting up half the night, terrified that I’d lose my precious my stones. It’s so weird. There’s this really odd feeling of ownership over the items you’re bidding on, and they’re not even yours yet! Who invented this craziness?

The next morning, it happened. I got into a slight bidding war (well it was more of a tussle, really), and I emerged victorious and won that gorgeous red/pink stone.

The feeling of accomplishment was incredible, and completely addictive. I have a background in psychology and I know a little somethin’ somethin’ about addiction, and this sure feels like it!!  After a few more upped bids (they make that so easy, don’t they? “Just click this button and we’ll spend your money for you!” ), I won another six auctions in the following few hours. Go me! The actual physical feeling of clicking the button, waiting for confirmation that yes, you are indeed the highest bidder on this item, or getting the infuriating “You’ve been outbidded!” message, then clicking again is stupidly soothing. Too soothing!

It sounds like I’ve spent an absolute fortune. I haven’t; not even close. I think that’s part of the appeal. I can get 6 stones for the price of two or three. I’ve been buying on Ebay for years but there’s always that feeling of “what if it’s crap?” and yet this time around, I don’t feel so anxious. I did all the right things…checked out the feedback, read some reviews, shopped around…but honestly because of the small amount that I spent on the 7 stones that I won, it’s not making me feel quite as sick as it did before. If they’re crap, I’ll be heartbroken because they are truly beautiful in the pictures, but it’s not going to break the bank.

Anyway, between the auctions and items I’ve bought recently on a “buy it now” basis (like the ten GORGEOUS gemstone cabochons that I SWEAR jumped into my Ebay cart and checked themselves out this morning!) I have 25 beautiful stones winging their way to me so I can spoil you guys with gemmy gorgeousness…..

plus the one I’m hoping to win tomorrow…I’m still the highest bidder….

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The red stone that started it all….

What am I?


Yesterday I read a blog by the superbly talented, and lovely, Laura Bracken  (you will have seen her work, especially if you’re a Vampire Diaries fan!). Anyway, she was talking about our identity and what we call ourselves as “people who make jewellery” and it got me really thinking, what do I say when people ask me what I do?

I’m lots of things:

  • Jewellery maker
  • Jewellery designer
  • Jeweler
  • Artist
  • Jewellery artist
  • Crafts-person/craftsman

Let’s have a little look at these names. If I refer to myself as a “jewellery maker” then it sounds unprofessional. I want to be taken seriously as a designer….

But if I say “designer,” does that mean I’m aiming to be the next Cartier or Tiffany? No. Not at all. “Designer” sounds like money, and while I’m certainly not opposed to making money from what I do, it still doesn’t really fit.

“Artist” sounds great but then do people get confused? Do they automatically think I’m trying to be the next Van Gogh or Da Vinci? I hope not. Problem is, the first thing that some people think when you say “Oh, I’m an artist” is either that you’re pretentious, broke and starving, or a painter….or all three. I’m none of those things.  Yet for some reason, replying to their doubt with, “I make gorgeous wire woven jewellery…and it is art and beautiful!” just sounds like I’m throwing a tantrum.

So how about adding the word “jewellery” into the title and saying “I’m a jewellery artist.” I’m still envisioning looks of confusion on people’s faces before I just mumble something about “go have a look at my site” and shove a business card in their face, because by now my social anxiety is kicking in and I’m looking for an exit. Ugh.

“Jeweler” makes me think of high-end gold and diamond pieces….a LONG way from copper wire and gemstone cabochons. So no. That doesn’t fit, either. Yet the definition of the word is in fact a person or company that makes or sells jewels or jewellery. So, am I a jeweler?

The word “crafts-person” is one that Laura brought up on her blog and to be honest I’ve never really thought about it in terms of what I do. My brain just automatically goes to “I make wire bend to my will” rather than “I’m a crafts-person.” I mean, it fits. The definition of the word is, in fact, a person who is skilled at making things by hand. I certainly do make things by hand and I’m getting there with the “skilled” part, but again I just can’t seem to get it to roll off the tongue like it should. There’d still be lots of explanation that would have to go with it, right? I mean “I’m a crafts-person” could mean anything. I could be a boat builder, for all the person knows.

I’m no clearer on this than when I sat down to write this blog, but one thing is clear. I need to start practicing what I’m going to say the next time someone says “What do you do?”





A journey begins

WoodenBridgeHello! Welcome back! Today, I want to talk about Facebook likes. I know, it’s a bit of a “ugh” topic because let’s face it, every artist you know and like on Facebook is saying the same thing.

“Share my page!”

“Like my page!”


Sorry. I’m not going to be any different. Facebook likes to hide pages from news feeds, so you miss out on so much awesome content and things that we want to share with you, our readers, and in turn our pages don’t get the exposure we want, and it’s hidden even more.

Ugh. Talk about a vicious circle!

For me though, gaining likers on Facebook isn’t about the numbers. I like engagement. I like talking with you, getting your ideas, your input and hearing your “voices”. Whether I had 100 or 10,000 likes this wouldn’t change. However, the reality is that we as artists want, and need, our pages to be out there in news feeds and we all want to grow our audiences. I don’t just want 1000 likes though. Likes are really lovely but you’re more than just a number on a screen. I know that every single like belongs to a real person, with a real story, and I want to get to know those people.  I want 1000 engaged, communicative, involved fans.

So, here’s what I’m going to do.

For every 100 new likes that I gain between now and 1000 likes, I’ll give away a piece of jewellery.

Yep. That’s six new pieces going to new homes. There is a condition though. I need you, my lovely fans, to be liking, commenting and sharing my Facebook posts. By doing that, we’ll surely hit the targets faster, right? Your participation is necessary for this to work.

The breakdown of how this will work is as so:

  • Giveaways will be held within a week (7 days) of hitting each target.
  • Items will be chosen by me. No shipping costs will apply and I’ll ship to anywhere. (Taxes and customs charges are, as always, the responsibility of the winner). 
  • A special post will go up on the page announcing that we’ve hit a target. Winners will be chosen from the people who comment on that post

I won’t message winners because Facebook considers this spam, so you’ll need to be checking in on the page regularly. If you do this every day or even every couple of days and take the time to like or comment on post or two, you’ll find that you start to get notifications and see me in your news feeds more often. Facebook will think “Oh, she really DOES want to see this! I’ll show it to her!” You can also click Notifications: All On on the page itself but even this isn’t a guarantee. One thing I have seen that works quite well is to click the See First option (both of these options are located in the drop down menu next to the Liked button). However, nothing beats good old fashioned participation and engagement!

That’s it! Super duper easy, right?!? Pop over to my Facebook page to give me a thumbs up and say hello….and remember to share the love. The more you share, the faster we hit these targets!

Lots of love,