Multi-Tasking Sewing Notions

About three years ago I was at a quilt show in New Hampshire when I found this “new” kind of seam ripper.

The woman at the booth demonstrated how it worked and I thought it was pretty clever.  As I am chronically incapable of passing up a cool sewing thingie, I handed over about $5 (I think) and snapped it up.

Fast forward to yesterday when I was in one of those beauty supply shops looking for some super-serious ginormo hair clips.  (My plan to grow out my hair has had a head-on collision with summer heat.  If I don’t get it off my neck I’m going to shave my head.).  I was debating the purchase of a good pair of scissors (see paragraph above) when I saw these:

You guessed it.  Exactly the same thing.  This 3-pack was about the same as I paid for one of them in New Hampshire.  Who knew?  Now you ALL do.

PS – So these are facial razors?  I have no idea how this kind of thing would be used, am I missing something here? Come to think of it, 98%  of the stuff in those beauty supply stores looks like they require entirely too much work, effort and maintenance. However, when they can be pressed in to service as a quilting notion……

Rebooting My Life

Okay, I’m still messing around with the look of my blog. This indicates…well, you already know.

My life is rebooting.  I didn’t push the button or anything, it’s just rebooting. Mega heavy conference with my orthopedic/pain doc yesterday (AKA Dr. NomNom because he is HOT!) has left me with a fist full of new prescriptions and the realization that I am not ever going to be as carefree-mobile as I was ever again.  The surgical options were rejected by both of us, him because they are rarely successful and me because I’m DONE with surgery.  (If they gave out frequent surgery miles  I’d be traveling non-stop.)  It’s simply degenerative.  There are no do-overs or rewinds or magic cures. Phrases like “managing the pain” and “experimenting with different drugs” are written – with ink – in my file.

So where do I go from here?  What do I do? I need a job.  I can’t commute very far, it’s physically impossible and consequently rules out a shot at the better paying and more interesting jobs.  I know what I want to do.  I want to do what I’ve wanted to do all my life. I want to sew. I want to make quilts. I want to make quilts, totes, bags, my funky necklaces (like these), custom quilts for babies, weddings, anniversaries, birthdays.  I want a room in my house where I can walk in every day and be happy that I am there and do what I love.  I have the room. I have the equipment. I have a good stash.  That part is done. I have my husband’s shop to sell in, as well as being ready (and able) to set up and market an on-line shop. I even have all the wholesale paperwork and permits because we have them through Joe’s store.

I have no idea how to do the rest.

Venture capital would be necessary – the bills still need to be paid while all of this is being sorted out.  I can’t see mailing Verizon a nice wall hanging and saying, “Here, this is for July, August and September, I’m trying to get my business up and running, m’kay?”  Frankly no bank around here is going to invest in a home business making “those blanket things” as the Illuminati tend to call quilts.

I’m not getting any younger. In fact, in about 3 weeks I’ll be getting another year older. If not now, when do I do this?  I’ve had it in the back of my mind for ages and ages.  I always thought, “Someday I’ll be able to do what I really love.”  I have fewer days in front of me than I do behind me. This is probably my last chance to do this. I’m terrified. I’m not sure how to make this happen but I want to close my eyes and jump. No regrets.  I never want to look back at this time and think, “I should have done it then.”

So what do I do?  How do I make this happen?   Anyone?  Esty and Twitter peeps who have done this – how did you get started?

Getting “IT”

It’s never a good sign when I’m playing around with the look of my blog. It is an indicator of  one of two things: brain freeze ( I got nuthin’)  or time-out (when I’m stressed, heat stressed, anxiety stressed, etc. and anything I put on the internet would be of the shock and awe variety, and not the “good” shock and awe, either. ) So there you go.  I’m playing with the look of my blog.  (Okay, I’m in time-out.)

In the meantime I have an amazing labor of love to occupy my hands.  A very good friend has one of the wall hangings made by my mother. We used to sell them in our store here in Gloucester and then mail a check back to her where she would cash it in and buy more quilting fabric.  (Mom kicked ass that way.)     Linn  has had this beauty hanging in her home for many years and recently asked me to take it home and give it a wash – she was nervous about doing it herself.  Okey dokey.  Washed. Line dried in the approaching scorching heat.  When I took it down I noticed that the sleeve on the back of the hanging had some places where the threads had just let go.  Age happens.  I found a spool of black thread and a sharp needle and I’m redoing the entire sleeve.  It is a miracle that I’m able to do it without clutching it to my chest, crying, and refusing to let it go.  (Eleven years later I think I’m finally making progress with my  grief.)  I’m actually enjoying the process, loving the chance to work on something my mom made, and grateful for the fact that Linn GETS IT.

There are not a lot of people out there who “get it” when it comes to quilts or, for that matter, anything hand crafted.  Paintings in galleries are found “worthy” but quilts, knit socks, hats or scarves are just KRAFTY with a K and not “worthy” of being looked at as serious creative expressions that require time and talent.  It has been an uphill battle for years.  To show my serious intent I was going to start a quilt guild here in Gloucester and call it “Quilt Bitches” and we’d all get Harley-Davidson tattoos (but the motorcycle would have a quilted seat.)  Cool, right? ‘Cept I’d never get a tattoo.

A quilter’s quest for street cred is apparently a life-long venture.  This is made more difficult by The Learning Channel’s newest program, Craft Wars, hosted by….. TORI SPELLING.  Seriously, TLC?  I personally believe the only time she’s had a hot glue gun in her hand was when she was replacing some hair extensions that had fallen out. A Twitter peep of mine remarked that  while she did watch the debut show,  she found “Tori’s  clown-like makeup distracting.”  TLC needs to learn (oohh, how ironic…) that credibility is an important part of attracting an intelligent and respectful audience who – when given intelligent content from creditable sources – have a way of going out and spending money with the show’s sponsors to recreate those ideas in their own home.  It’s a concept.

Time to get back to sewing the sleeve on this wall hanging.  Linn was skittish about  washing it herself because she wanted to make sure it was done carefully and properly because she loves this thing as much as I do.  She respects the time, effort, labor and creativity that went in to producing it. She gets it.