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Tuesday 15 June 2010

and from darker times...

I stumbled upon this angrily scribbled lament recently and since it's pretty topical thought it would be well placed here. I wrote it when I was living at home and working about 4 jobs, one of which was copywriting for about 0.000004p a word for a medical company. I think this might've have had something to do with my somewhat negative state of mind.

the work of a Sunday

The pieces of this bag had been lying on my desk for about 6 weeks when I finally accumulated the wherewithal to sew the blasted thing together. Behold, the finished article. Once I'd made the customary mistake of sewing the wrong thing to the wrong side of another thing and gone all Quasimodo for half an hour unpicking zillions of stitches it went swimmingly...

Tuesday 8 June 2010

jack of all trades, mistress of none

Well here I am. Finally. Someone once said that procrastination gives you something to look forward to; someone else said it's just opportunity's assassin. I've got a foot in each camp.

My name's Steph and I talk a great game. I make stuff, now and again, and dream about being able to make other stuff; everything. When I'm making bags I want to be makings hats. When I'm making clothes I really should be making jewellery. When making jewellery I ought to be knitting. As soon as I drop a stitch while knitting I feel an irrepressible urge to crochet. Which is funny really, because I can't crochet to save my life. But dropping a stitch while knitting can do funny things to your mind.

So I'm here flying the flag for the indecisive amongst us, the dabblers, and the procrastinators. Now and again there might be a picture or two; I might explain how I completely wrecked, ruined and otherwise massacred a new craft project, and now and again, heck, I might just take orders and sell the successes of my creativity. It has been known.

Well then. Hello void. And, for goodness' sake, talk to me...