Saturday, April 12, 2014
i've always felt kind of artistic and happiest when working on a project of some sort. the past few years i've worked really hard on a few things i did not feel confident in: color theory and sewing proficiency. color theory is such a strange thing. you think to yourself, "for shit's sake, color is color and as kids we know what we like and what matches." but do you really? what about color values? what about things that don't match? playing with colors is quite possibly the best way to work out whatever color theory means to you. sewing is the best way i know of, currently, for me to work on color. work with color. to just sew things together; sometimes with great forethought, sometimes with none. to see what happens and what i like. what i've learned is this: i really do like red. i really, really, truly, 100% love the color red. it resonates with me. i want to use it in everything. in fact, did you know i only sew with red thread? if you can see it through the white fabric i'm using, even better. i've been doing that for years, and i realized why i do it and why i will never stop. red is just my thing. like cocktails in mugs and wearing too many black t-shirts, red is my color. red is my spirit animal.
currently i am working on my stock and plotting out craft fairs and shows i want to do this summer and fall. this means i am going to need to buy a phone that is nicer and can go online, so i can take credit cards and debit cards when i'm out. i am not, and have never really been, into making pinprick a full time gig. i love it too much to put that kind of pressure on it. i also love sales and schmoozing and selling stuff i make. it gives me space to create for myself, and funding for other projects. it also gives me an ego boost. i like it when people like what i make.
i've had to do some tough-love, not-the-fun-parent shit the past few weeks and let me tell you, it gets old fast. i understand now why my parents hated grounding me. it's such a pain in the ass to enforce that shit. lately i've also really missed having both kids at home. i know the boychik is doing his thing and becoming a mensch and all that, but i wish he were here. the worst part about step-parenting are the years you lose. i sometimes feel like i'm playing catch-up, trying to make up for lost time. i know they don't think of it that way, so i should chill out. (but you know, i'm kind of neurotic. go figure.)