I can't talk about how many t-shirts I have destroyed in my constant, four-year-long attempts at converting a man's tshirt to a woman's tshirts. Scads. Gobs. Oodles. Wonking Heapfuls of shirts cut up, re-sewed, ill-fitting and tossed. Have you considered buying a woman's t-shirt, Ginger. No, thank you. The fabric is not right. And they disintegrate when you wash them. So there.
I even used a PATTERN once when I was doing this. Still a total no-go.
The Discard Pile of Shame.
I can talk about how goodly I scored at the thrift shop today. One fat handful of zippers; 6 cotton dresses for Baby Pumpkinhead for 65 cents each; one solidly attractive piece of pyrex; 3 big wads of more-than-a-yardish old fabric; one shirt-with-the-tags-still-on for me; and--best of all--this old lady windbreaker:
A photo of me wearing said jacket where my chins appear to begin in the middle of my face.
Inscribed with one of my top three old lady names. Includes translation. 95 cents, btw.
I can't talk about how long it's taking me to call the sewing machine repairman guy. I need to have Lettie fixed. I jacked her when I was sewing late at night and got all agro with the knobs. She won't budge right now. Good one.
I can't talk about how much I miss being upstairs. How increasing my work load has left me absolutely stretched to the edges of my own previously proclaimed convictions about Making Time for Making.
How all I've made recently is this 23-minute bag:
Fastest tote to date. Old skirt + polyester for lining + seatbelt straps
I can talk about how I'm scheming to turn this 6-stich bag into a video tutorial. Soon. Soon.
And--with good reason--it looks like I need to talk about this question [posed by Miss Prickly, re-stated by Fellow Polyester Maven, Emily]:
"How do we get paid for the "good" stuff? who wants to bankroll our talents??"
"How do we get paid for the "good" stuff? who wants to bankroll our talents??"
I've been chewing on the freedom I've felt from popping down my store. And it's time that I chewed on this angle: what does it mean for us if we don't want to take our stores down? How do we wrangle the energy to approach our work like it's just Us and It and there is no Other waiting up ahead to pay or not to pay?
I don't have the answer to that one yet. But I'll have something to say soon. Just gotta chew on it a little longer.
I can't talk about how much I love you all and this blog.
I just can't talk about it.
