I know it looks uneven in the pictures, but it’s an illusion! I’m actually proud of how straight my seams are. Cuddle pillow made out of an up-cycled sweater! I’ve already used it on my cold hands, and it is dreamy.
I felted some soap! I tried to use cheery colors, but they ended up reminding me of Rogue from the X-Men, which is equally uplifting for morningtimes.
Why felt soap? Well, because it makes it luxuriously lathery, budget-friendly long lasting, and excellently exfoliative. My favorite part though, is the smell. I used soap from The Left Hand, a local soap company here in Alabama, which smells amazing no matter what the flavor, but this is actually their unscented variety (my girlfriend is a delicate flower and can’t have too much smelly stuff on her skin). This is colonial wool roving, and it still has a slightly outdoorsy smell too it. I know, that doesn’t sound too appealing, but it is dreamy. It smells like hay in the sun, and I might roll with the hay-bale look for my next round.
Today my efforts to craft instead of buy threw a kink into my nasty habits! The dark consumer that lives under my turban was planning an absolutely unnecessary trip to the thrift store, when, lo! With little to no effort I replied, “NAY! I would rather craft!” Yaaaay!!!
For the 4 of you out there who may be wondering how exactly I’m funding my crafts, well, I’m selling stuff on eBay until, hopefully, the crafts start to pay for themselves. Half baked? Yes. Dirty rotten get rich quick scheme? Most likely. But this is the first time in my life I’ve actually pursued and felt driven and fulfilled by a hobby, and I’m gonna follow this good wave wherever it takes me. Peace.
I’ve been using Tumblr like I am an old lady, which is to say not very adeptly while asking my partner a lot of really dumb navigation questions. So I’ve decided to go whole hog and devote this page to (mostly) my fiber arts hobby.
Here’s the real change though:
I’ve decided to start investing in knitting and felting because I have a really terrible spending habit. If I have money, I spend it. No saving, no self control. I would say it’s borderline pathological. I found one thing that helps curb this habit is knitting.
I get to spend money on yarn, then busy my debit card wielding hand with completing another more productive task. I am then rewarded with a new object to use for myself or give to someone else.
So here is a (b)log of this therapeutic experiment. Wish me luck.