Archive for July, 2015
Granny Squares
Does anyone make them to sell, so that the buyer can stitch them together? I just heard about someone doing this, then checked eBay and it appears to be more popular than I thought. Honestly never heard of the practice before…
Craft Show Redux
This is not a tall tale. This is the story of a woman on a mission. To make, create, birth something, anything until it is fully formed and complete. The saga is useless unless you know the secret: It can be done. Try me.
Eleven hours and seven cups of coffee after a week off and voila – this girl is on fire!!!! My regular job is in education, so in the summer I sell doodads to keen folk at fairs and shows. I haven’t been doing it long, nor have I invested heavily in it. I tend to get discouraged by low sales and fabulous-er booths. But my antennae get tingly when I see something that gives me an idea to make something fun and pretty for other people.
I’m working my way from the stairs to the basement wall by picking up a craft supply and making something with it. A stash diet is in order. When did I get to the point that buying something makes me feel creative? “Ooh, I definitely can see myself using this xyz thing to make a dimblyzwot!” It might not make it out of the bag before walking the green mile down the steps to meet its dazed companions, waiting to be something. It’s a little gut-wrenching to face the hoard. (45 minute sidebar to look at hairstyle pix and upload a makeover shot) Face this.I’ve applied to the Asbury Fresh artisan market, held Sundays during the summer. I’m choking on the table fee (however low compared to others I wanted to attend!), but I’m looking forward to the energy of the town. This year for Mother’s Day, my husband planned an outing to Hot Sand (worthy plug!), a diy glassblowing shop where you can watch or participate, for me to make a keepsake and have a heck of a time. Look at my fabu egg! Excited to stroll the avenue and check the trendy antique places while they scouted food at Berber King after, I soon surmised some artsy-mom-alone-time came with the gift. I relished.
My beautiful bauble that I started and finished and the everchanging pursuit I hope I never do. I’m one of the lucky ones.