He begged me to create him. Even as I made him, I knew he was wretched in every way possible . . . I don't even remember how I found him . . . heard of him . . .
Theresa heard about bARTer Sauce after reading an article I wrote on Etsy's blog. She told me a sad, sad story about getting a bunch of views on a painting she made but then not selling it -- and not getting any "hearts" on it (that's what you call it when you add something to your favorites on Etsy).
