Today I scored a pile of upholstery sample books two feet high. Yesterday I spent $50 on used fabric. I have more fabric than I know what to do with, yet not enough to stock pile slings. Last night I made three slings and started about four others. Tonight I started three bonnets and finished none. I should spend my time focusing on things that will make me the most money, but I really want to dabble in doing all kinds of projects. I do not like making bonnets. I’m doing something wrong, but I’m not sure what it is. Thinking up patterns in my head is not a good plan. I even crafted a bonnet out of scrap paper tonight trying to figure out how to make it work.
Anyway, these sample books were given to me for FREE by a company up the street who’ve also hired me to do their website. These pages are going to make some seriously beautiful things (mostly zipper pouches, maybe some decorative birds and other animals for the line of bibs/burp cloths that’s in the works).
I have a hard time working because of the size of our apartment. We don’t have a living room, so our tv and computers are in the “second bedroom” and it has also turned into my sewing room and Ash’s playroom. I have to completely unpack and repack after every nap and every evening so that Ash doesn’t come across a bobbin to put in his mouth, or worse, a pin or something. This wastes SO MUCH TIME. Clive and I are seriously getting fed up of being in such a small space.
I thought I found a new apartment this week, but when we went to check it out, there was mouse poop all over the counter top, the walls were peeling, the backyard had empty beer cans in it, and there was mold behind the light switches, so I got the hell out of there, but not before suggesting that when showing it again, he really should remove the poop. Seriously, who does that?
Ash becons…
