It’s late in the day and the house is dark.
I wish it would rain some more.
I have not been motivated to write this week month and the rain makes me feel less guilty about it. More cozy, less guilty.
We’ve had a lot going on, but I think the writing slump is because I feel anxious and off my game.
Did I tell you this already?
I feel the holidays rolling in really fast and I’m nervous that I’m going to miss them.
I always feel like my house won’t be clean in time, you know?
And I definitely feel like there isn’t enough money to do the holidays right.
Of course, these are well worn anxieties, so I’m not sure why I haven’t learned coping skills for them yet.
But I haven’t.
Well, unless you count online Scrabble. 😀
in other news, I started making a friend for Sergio.
This is what he looks like so far:
I’m calling him Frank, because his seedy underbelly is held together by thick, crazy hand stitches.
He looks a little like a monster at this point.
To be truthful, I must admit that this is a pretty normal construction method for me.
I squish and stretch, then ugly-stitch and fiber fill the body until it feels right and holds together.
Since the final clothing is stitched on too, no one sees this patchwork of sewing underneath.
Well, until now. Why did I post these pictures?
Welcome to Frankenstein’s sewing secrets.
But I gotta do what I gotta do.
It’s not a science. (Maybe a mad science – heh heh.)
It’s probably not an art either.
I’ll let you be the judge of that, but if you share your critique, I might ignore it.
The entire body is wired and can be posed (like Sergio).
Ultimately, I will cut the twist of wire at the top and use it to attach a styrofoam/papier mache head.
I have no idea how I will paint his face.
I also don’t know what fabrics I will choose for his clothing.
The only thing I know for sure about my creatures, is that they amuse me.
I would probably make more if I thought someone would buy them.
But I don’t think that.
I surf etsy and ebay enough to know that my crap wouldn’t smell sell any better than the next girl’s.
It’s all about luck and timing. Oh, and probably aggressive marketing.
I can’t really control those first two and I’m not so good at sales.
So, there you have it, my not-a-plan.
Truly, I should have started Halloween creatures several months ago.
Wanna buy a patch of Kansas grassland?
Seriously, my family and I have a few for sale.
No, really, we do.
Send me a note if you’re interested.
Okay, see what I mean about being off my game?
My brain is jumping around. A lot.
As is frequently the case, when I tell you in an e-mail or on facebook that I’ve updated the blog again, I will feel a brief moment of shame for assuming you give a rat’s behind about this awkward ramble.
Why ever would you?
Except that it’s me, and I am convinced that none among you are strangers.
All eight of you are friends. Or family. Right?
Maybe a few more than eight.
Something better in the next few days.
P.S. I’m serious about that Kansas land.