Etsy-stential crisis

I average an Etsy Tanty about once a year

 and it's that time of year.

An Etsy-sential crisis - a nightmare of isolation

 in which I cry into echoing silence, 

"Hello....hello.? Is anyone out there?" 

Tumbleweeds roll by, backed by

 a chorus of crickets. 

Oh yes, the shop fodder sells,

 the point of sale stuff, 

the crappest of crap sells,

 but the good stuff, 

the stuff wherein my soul lies,

 lingers invisible on the shelf.

I dutifully read their blog,

 bending like the willow to their will.

 I've listed, cross checked images,

 re shot, up dated, reworded, 

resorted and snorted.

 It's conflicting.

I'm this close 

(holding thumb and forefinger very close)

 to using the next finger along.

 So now I have  a new goal.

 I want to be in Regresty.

 Do you know it? 

 One visit will reaffirm anyone's 

divine right to list crap on Esty.

The creative wonder below resolved the crisis:

I feel better now.