Let me start out by addressing the obvious and logical response to what is about to follow. Yes, I realize that I have strange hobbies. But you knew that already too, why else would you be here? Besides, if I spent my free-time watching, discussing, and voting on nationally televised karaoke competitions, I wouldn’t be keeping a blog. And really, in comparison to that, this is not a strange hobby. So anyway, this is my new thing:
From the very first time that I walked into the warehouse where I now roast coffee, I have wanted to do something with the jute bags that the unroasted coffee comes in. Honestly, access to those bags was one of my motivations for taking the job. All I could think of was potential. My first project was to sew the upper for a pair of shoes. That failed, as did the next attempt. But I learned from my mistakes. Then, I got a kindle for my birthday. I immediately set to work constructing a sleeve where it could live. That failed too, but I was able to hack and salvage it into something somewhat usable. It’s up there in the picture, the thing on the right with the kindle sticking out. Since then, I’ve made three wallets, (two of which still survive), two more kindle cases, and that card holder up on the top right. I learned to sew along the way.
So far, I’ve been giving away or using everything that I’ve made. I have been encouraged, however, to try and sell them. I talked to the boss up at the coffee shop, and she seemed pretty excited about giving me a place to display my stuff. I also registered with Etsy, but that’s as far as things have gone. At this point, I think I need to build up a little bit of stock, maybe throw together a few more wallets. So if anybody out there has any ideas or designs, I’d love to hear about them. It would be cool to find some different things to make. I’m open to requests as well. I don’t really want to make money off of my friends. But I am very much into the barter system. Or maybe we could become enemies for a short time.
In other news, Little Dane interned as an information technology professional for a day. I’m not sure why, but that involved being taped to an information professional’s t-shirt for a little while.
Also, I would like to heartily recommend, (to anyone 18 or over, and without a sensitive conscious), The Yiddish Policeman’s Union. Every character, every setting, practically every sentence is a charactiture of a stereotype. Cops, bad guys, ex-wives, junkies, flop hotels, everything sticks out in garish relief. It would be painful to read if it wasn’t so beautifully executed. I don’t know how the author gets away with writing that way, but it’s really amazing. It literally made me laugh out loud when he described what it’s like to spend a night in a bed shared with children.
All of this is sort of an excuse for why I haven’t been writing. I’ve been getting into other kinds of trouble. I’ll start picking up my pen again soon.