Selling price of Santa Hats made of felt?

Dec 07, 2009 by himynameis. | Posted in Christmas

My grade is planning to sell Santa Hats made of Felt with a ball on top and I'm just wondering what the selling worth should be? We were planning on selling them for $1 each but some people say that's too cheap. What do you guys judge devise? Thanks!

$1.00 is too trashy? What planet and economy are they living in? Some are lucky they can even afford $1.00!!! However, felt isn't a tight material to begin with, and there's not much value in a dollar these days...as we very well distinguish. I'd say

| Dec 07, 2009

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