Remember that baby?

I decided to take off a bunch of hats and actually return to that new baby quilt I mentioned a while ago that was under a pile of fabric.  It’s been about 90% finished for several months.  All that’s left is sewing about half of the border binding, a final wash, gift wrapping and popping it in the mail.  Hmm.  Could even take care of it this weekend and get to the mom-to-be-again before the baby arrives.

The new baby’s big sister LOVES giraffes, or at least went through a giraffe phase, so the blanket has some on one side, and elephants on the other (mixed in with assorted shapes and patterns).  I’m told that big sis is campaigning for baby’s middle name to be “toast” or “door” or “window.” Any of the three would be acceptable. A couple of 6 and 7 year olds I know are advocating “flower power water shower,” “shimmy fizzle pop fizz” and “cocoa pop.”

I started a quilt for big sister, too, thinking it wasn’t fair for the new baby to get all the gifts and attention, but, well, that’s just not going to happen anytime soon… I’m going to hell on my path of good intentions.

I have to admit, a tiny bit (say, 5%?) of my motivation for finishing it is my dire need for storage space and the mental relief of getting items OUT OF MY APARTMENT.  The other 95% is entirely love.

Now my challenge is another friend who just announced her first pregnancy.  Problem:  she’s a better crafter than me.  And she has a long-arm quilting machine.  And more storage space.  What’s a long-distance Fake Auntie to do?  (FYI, we’re calling the baby Office Supply, as the first description of his/her size was “a post-it note with arms and legs.”)

So many hats…

To be perfectly clear:  I do not make hats.  Well, I occasionally knit hats.  But these are metaphorical hats.  As in, I am wearing all of them, such as the:

  • Accounting and finance hat
  • Procurement and inventory hat
  • Graphic design hat
  • Laundry hat (running out to the ATM so I can pre-wash fabrics)
  • Market research hat
  • Pricing hat
  • Social media hat
  • Product design hat
  • “Manufacturing” hat
  • Cleaning, storage and organization hat

I do not enjoy some of these hats.  I seem to need an Executive Function hat, one that says “take off that graphic design hat and put on the accounting hat.”  It was quite fun (and a time sink) to design those little business/branding cards you get in an Etsy package.  Perhaps not as immediately useful as recording all the fabric and accessories I’ve been ordering.  Not to mention actually creating items.

My apartment is FILLED to the rafters (if I had rafters) with holiday fabric.  It is everywhere, on nearly every conceivable surface as they await their laundry experience (in plastic zip bags for protection from the vicious four-legged creatures who also live here).  Have I mentioned my need for storage?

It’s Thursday, September 27.  I won’t name today’s soundtrack, just say that it’s very upsetting and it’ll take a lot of crafting to get through it.

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Defying basic economic principles?

I received new fabric ordered online today!  Isn’t it pretty?

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I’ve no plans for it yet, but saw it and couldn’t resist adding it to my stash. I’m sure it will be useful for something.  Someday.  Did I mention I really need more storage space?

I’m also fairly sure that’s not the most economically sound way to operate a business.  On the other hand, this is really more of a hobby as long as I want it to be, so I can do what I want, right?

I suppose the least I can do is startup some kind of accounting system to keep track of COGS (oooh, I DID learn something in business school!) and all that.  How else will I know if I ever turn a profit or (blech) pay taxes?

When you don’t know what to do

My hands itch. I want to make something. But not something I’ve already started. Something NEW. Maybe not even something I’ve made before. It’s driving me bananas, because I don’t know what IT is.

It’s times like these that I want a craft laboratory. Someplace stocked with odds and ends that might be useful someday, a day like today that’s made for experimenting.

Or at least has a really big table so I can see all my projects in their entirety at the same time. Which really would be ginormous, considering one is a king-sized quilt. But as long as I’m wishing, the tabletop would also be treated so I could iron on it and use a rotary cutter without damaging it.

But I digress.

What I will not be making today: I had this idea of making gravity blankets for Etsy, but as it turns out they fail the Venn diagram test.

Apparently a gazillion people already recognized an arbitrage opportunity when the original company stupidly priced its (ugly) product at hundreds of dollars.

Hmmm. Maybe something with all the scraps from other projects… we’ll call this Project Frankenstein for now.

The Beatles said it best

I saw this painted on a closed shop in Spain at least ten years ago, and I’m so glad I took a picture.  Sadly, this was early in the digital era and it isn’t terribly high resolution, so once I got done cropping the ugly bits around it, well…

Anyway. Knitting has been an obsession of mine for years.  My mom taught me when I was little, and I picked it up again more seriously in college.  I had the delight my senior year of living with several knit-happy roommates. Our spring break trip was to Prince Edward Island (we’re also in love with Anne) and while there we visited a woolen mill and came home with bales of yarn. I still have some.

One of my favorite projects was the Lady Eleanor stole with some fabulous yarn from Taos,  New Mexico.

ladyeleanorstole3The entrelac pattern was intimidating initially, but once you get the hang of it, really quite easy.  Knotting the fringe, however, nearly did me in.  If you have any form of OCD or perfectionist leanings, beware.

I ended up keeping this project, but most of the time they’re gifts.  I like to think about how much (I hope) someone will enjoy something I’ve made for them (or his/her kid), something that might become a hand-me-down or heirloom someday.  Because all you knit is love.