Mainly to have a record all in one place - Tactical Ninja
Jun. 8th, 2012
10:55 am - Mainly to have a record all in one place
Last night in my dream I got issued a ticket by a parking warden for wearing gym clothes in public. I know plenty of people would say this is fair and just but please be reserving judgment till you've seen me in gym clothes! As far as crimes against humanity go, it's not that bad. Right? Right?
So there's this thing they have every now and then in Wellington, called Craft 2.0. It's a craft show where crafty people sell their wares and non-crafty people buy them cos they can't make stuff themselves. My folks used to have stalls at these and I remember as a kid being bored out of my tree because most of the stuff was baby booties and I couldn't buy the nice stuff what with no money and all, and the glass blower never let me play with their gear for some reason.
Anyway, yeah, my folks were crafty. Mum started with copper beating, then went on to: canework, bone carving, leather carving, making sheepskin moccasins, spinning, knitting, calligraphy, photography/card making, embroidery, quilting, probably a bunch of stuff I've forgotten. She'd get obsessed with something and do it till she was really good at it (like, she won national awards for her stuff), then sell it for a while, then get bored and do something else. Dad made toys and wooden furniture - his toys were the old school moving type that worked on interesting mechanics, from a pattern book (which I still have) published in the early 1900s. So, sort of new-antique, or something.
And I guess I inherited that making-things thing. My things, however, would be out of place at Craft 2.0. I like making one-off costumes that you really have to have an excuse to wear unless you are supremely confident and a little bit oblivious of social norms. Or a burner. *cough* yeah. I have yet to find anywhere that it'd be appropriate to display this stuff and I often make things for other people, but my Wardrobe Of Costumey Silliness is getting kind of full and I feel like I ought to do something other than occasionally turn up to dance parties looking like Rainbow Brite vomited all over me.
In no particular order, have some of the things I've made:
Raver Magnet Jacket.
Festival Functional Reversible Cloak.
Tutu Dress of Visibility in the African Darkness.
We Are All Made Of Stars. Not made under the influence of hallucinogens, honest.
Tailcoat of Shininess.
The first result of my foray into weaving with my homespun wool. There's more but I like this one best.
Flamenco Dress of Extreme Colourfulness.
Slightly Less Ridiculous Tutu with Backless Unitard Thing that I made to show my scar.
Um, yeah. You get the idea. I make most of my own clothes as well but generally don't photograph them because *yawn*. I enjoy the challenge of having an idea and then turning it into something I can wear. I have one of them in my head right now and the weekend will probably contain at least some making of things to stuff the Wardrobe Of Costumey Silliness with.
But one day, I'm going to have to part with some of these things. I proved last weekend that I can still get away with wearing a tutu and silly hair to a party at age 42, but with the making of new stuff I get bored with the old stuff and, well.. I don't want to end up on Hoarders, eh? So, um, suggestions welcome. What should I do with all these things?
Also, I'm thinking of popping along to Craft 2.0 just to see if it's still all baby booties and leather work, or if things have moved on since I spent endless slow, dusty hours hanging around craft shows with my folks in the 1980s.
Meanwhile, OsteoDude did not crack my neck. He did fiddle and prod and pull, but no cracking. Apparently it isn't necessary and I've made quite a lot of improvement this week. And also, the weather's improved so hey guess what dagging oh yay! And then sewing! And no writing! (maybe some gaming) *squee* omgfreetimeiloveit...