okay...i am just loud mouthed poppi...who has not sold anything, here....but has survived off of my own little "private" sales. until, i moved "uptown", in what goes for my town...way, small. poser is alot of fun. it makes me a child again. yup...it makes me that little girl whose mom did not buy all the current barbie clothing...my grandmother was a dollmaker. she sent clothing. okay, the grandmother's clothing held me for a bit. but, but, but...we little girls began to tie little ribbons on our barbies....others had their moms buy new dresses. the rest of us....a little less spoiled, had our moms buy us scissors, and, materials. my mom was real stupid...but, hey mom..you up there....you were beautiful....anyway, she always bought too much material. it could be shared...doh, maybe she was smart. anyway, those of us whose mom's did not buy us the bestest, newest, grandest, for that week barbie clothing, had tons of fun making our own, with tiny stitches. i am just another product of my environment. i did go on to get a master's degreee in fine and applied art. even then i knew that that and money could get me a phone call.