FeeFiFoto Blog

FeeFiFoto Blog Joins The Party

My name is Sharyn and I operate a personalized gift web site I recently renamed FeeFiFoto.com.  I have decided it's time to come to the blogging party that I have been reading about for so long and have started the Fee Fi Foto blog.

I bought this site a year ago from some guys who did an outstanding job designing it, but marketing it and making it pretty, not so much.  For the past twelve months I've been:

• Learning my way around the site, products and tech people
• Pounding a temperamental "v" key on my laptop
• Learning my way around Google (well, actually I'm still lost on that one)
• Rewriting FAQs and product descriptions
• Confiscating everything (almost) our puppy has dragged off the kitchen table and carried away to destroy
• Slogging through the swamps of customer service
• Creating and monitoring email blast marketing (still have a ways to go on that one too)
• Inspecting my seven-year-old's hair to see if she managed to wash out all the shampoo
• Orchestrating the site's new design so it no longer looks like a 1950s science textbook
• Trying to convince my father, a financial genius, that he will never teach me math or make me interested in accounting and he might as well give up

Are we there yet?

My Last Vacation Of The Summer Turns Out To Be A Guilt Trip

We're getting rid of our swing set, a nine year old redwood structure with a climbing wall, teeter totter, clubhouse/fort, slide and tire swing. The kids have liked it well enough but these days Robey is just as happy shooting hoops with friends or spray painting happy faces on the porch with the blue dye he was supposed to be using on his hair (don't ask! but let me just say, 409 is a wonderful product and yes, I made him clean it up) and Cleo is satisfied drawing elaborate hopscotches on the driveway. I figured I'd have to pay someone soon either to tighten all the bolts, clean and reseal it, or to haul it off.

So I advertised it on Craigslist as free to anyone who'd take it away. And oh, man! within less than an hour I'd received a dozen responses; throughout the day I've received nearly thirty emails, some in triplicate, from people begging: Oh! Oh! Choose me! Choose me! (I'm dating myself here but anybody out there remember Arnold Horshack?).

Some of these responses are real tearjerkers: I have five kids; I've been out of work; I'm raising my grandson; I could never afford to buy one of these... Oy vay! I thought I'd do something nice for someone and now I feel like I should be sending these people substantial checks.

This is why I send money to the Humane Society but don't go there to get my dogs.