The deal about the wiener dog:
I spend a lot of time doing tricks to keep my inner wiener dog occupied. Remember that old Far Side cartoon with the picture of the nervous little wiener dog drinking coffee in the morning? Right. That's me. Let's just say I have some, um, extra internal energy.
I still don't get what you mean:
So I sew. I go thrift shopping. I cook. I dig in the dirt. I sew things out of the fabric I find at the thrift stores I go to. I take apart other stuff I find at thrift stores and sew them again. I rip out something I just sewed yesterday because it's all wrong. I sew it again. I read about other people sewing and ripping things out. I go back to the thrift store, trolling for used answers to new problems. I write. I ask myself, "Why doesn't everybody use old stuff? USED is the new NEW." Then sometimes I stamp out what I write and sew it on to what I'm sewing. And then I do it all over again.
In short, I stay sane. Just the same way you do, I bet.
If you want to know EVEN more about the guts of the site and the state of my maker brain and making life, click these two heart-of-the-matter posts, here and here.
Do you have an etsy store?
I did, but it's not up right now because every time I make something I GIVE IT AWAY. And I just recently decided to consider this a STRENGTH instead of a WEAKNESS. So, for now, I'm making stuff like crazy for the people I love. One of these days I might start sewing for strangers.
If you want to hear me blather on more about my Internal Journey of not-selling-for now, click right here.
What if I want to ask you something you didn't say here or I want to tell you where I've left a box of my grandmother's fabric that I don't want that's full to the brim with old polyester that I think you'd like?
Oh. Email me: gingerhendrix AT charter DOT net.
Do you sew and thrift and garden and write and sometimes bake full time? Do you just walk around your house all day saying, "Hmmm, I wonder what I want to do so I can just go do it?"
Well, no. I'm a part-time teacher and a full time Mom. Which means, my husband brings home the bacon, I bring home the hot dogs, and I fry it all up in the pan. And then five of us eat it.
Wait, Don't Go. I want to know more about what you think about Making.
Why, thank you for asking. You really are very nice. Here are a handful of good posts to read to find out what I think about Making:
Why I work only from thrifted and found and otherwise rescued fabric
How I answer the question How Do You Have Time For All That?
About unfinished projects and the Lady Guilt related thereto
And that's all for now.
