Post by debutante on Aug 4, 2018 17:43:28 GMT -5
I've been very busy this past week. And this state will continue for some time to come.
For the past year -- I've been making doll clothes for "the Little Darlings". However, I never actually did the finishing touches on anything. I'd knit a doll garment, put it in a zip lock bag and toss the bag into one of those huge Rubbermaid boxes. I filled an entire box...then filed another.
These were knitted and crocheted items because I can watch TV as I'm working on the item.
About a week ago (when the third huge Rubbermaid box was almost half full -- my daughter told me it's time to sell these things because they are taking up space. I wasn't too upset about this because these little garments were basically "blanks". They all had "potential" that I intended to get around to finishing some mythical day in the future.
Anyhow...I started to pull these little garments out of the box (one at a time) and began bringing their potential to fruition. And as I added hand embroidery, or beads, or bows to these little things -- "THE PROBLEM"
reared it's head.
Oh, I remember "THE PROBLEM" all right. It occurred whenever my gallery put one of my paintings in the window. In such a prominent place -- the likelihood was that it would be sold. And deep down...I was never thrilled at the prospect of permanently parting with anything I made. I get emotionally attached to things, especially if they turn out well.
And as I've been finishing each little garment -- I can't think of a single one I've finished so far that I'm willing to part with -- because now they have become special. And at this point, I'm only through with half of the first box.
So there you have it -- my daughter is telling me to sell them...and I really don't know if I can part with them. Actually, I don't even know how to emotionally detach from something I made.
And so every time my daughter sees I've finished another she says: "That will sell easily".
And my heart goes:
--Debutante
For the past year -- I've been making doll clothes for "the Little Darlings". However, I never actually did the finishing touches on anything. I'd knit a doll garment, put it in a zip lock bag and toss the bag into one of those huge Rubbermaid boxes. I filled an entire box...then filed another.
These were knitted and crocheted items because I can watch TV as I'm working on the item.
About a week ago (when the third huge Rubbermaid box was almost half full -- my daughter told me it's time to sell these things because they are taking up space. I wasn't too upset about this because these little garments were basically "blanks". They all had "potential" that I intended to get around to finishing some mythical day in the future.
Anyhow...I started to pull these little garments out of the box (one at a time) and began bringing their potential to fruition. And as I added hand embroidery, or beads, or bows to these little things -- "THE PROBLEM"
reared it's head.
Oh, I remember "THE PROBLEM" all right. It occurred whenever my gallery put one of my paintings in the window. In such a prominent place -- the likelihood was that it would be sold. And deep down...I was never thrilled at the prospect of permanently parting with anything I made. I get emotionally attached to things, especially if they turn out well.
And as I've been finishing each little garment -- I can't think of a single one I've finished so far that I'm willing to part with -- because now they have become special. And at this point, I'm only through with half of the first box.
So there you have it -- my daughter is telling me to sell them...and I really don't know if I can part with them. Actually, I don't even know how to emotionally detach from something I made.
And so every time my daughter sees I've finished another she says: "That will sell easily".
And my heart goes:
--Debutante
