One of my character liabilities is my desire to make things. Either from scratch or via repurposing something else.
Problem is, I accumulate as I create. It's a problem, if I'm honest with myself. I get the beads from repurposed jewelry at -you guessed it- Goodwill. So I have beads aplenty also.
For example: I found the wire on the ground when I parked my car one day. The fat, flower wire. Perfectly straight, covered in plastic. I stripped it, bent it and added the amber with smaller copper wire (that I happen to have a small collection of). I then made and added the leaves. It turned out splendidly. I create.
And I wouldn't mind selling. $20 it's yours.
Remember a few days ago, how I found this knitted "thing" at Goodwill and loved the yarn? I ripped it out, had 4 balls of amazing cotton...
Not to mention I have handspun cotton as well.
When I go mobile, I wonder how I'll pare down and contain my need to create. I confess, it does consume a little of my thoughts for the future...
Then this, weaving on my pin loom that I made at the wood shop on Edwards AFB. I still have the drill press template for all those tiny nails. (shaking head, like I'll ever make another one of these)
I use a crochet hook to pull the yarn through. It's in credibly satisfying to watch the fabric come together.
Tada! Dishcloths that are so satisfying to use. They're the perfect density for hand washing. Which, living in this apartment for over 2 years, I've never once ran my dishwasher. I actually unplugged the thing and use it for storage - like a file cabinet. Sidebar: I wish America would employ New York apartment sized dishwashers. A drawer. That's all the dishwasher I need. Seriously.
Anyone wanna buy one? $5. The same price as a Starbucks, planty of years' more worth of use.
Thus: My Conundrum.
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