This is me with embroidery. I started out making a couple of friendship bracelets in June. And then I thought, “Hey, now I have a bunch of extra floss, why don’t I try to embroider something?” So I bought a couple of kits to practice, and now like 2 months later, I have a full box of floss including some fancy shit from Japan, a boatload of hoops, and piles of colored cotton. I moved from printing other people’s patterns to customizing them in like, a week. I created my own monster. And now my favorite supply store has patterns for tiny embroidered felt animals so I’m starting a set of dinosaurs.
The real issue is what the fuck do I do with all this stuff I’m making. I don’t want to monetize it and I’m not really good enough for that anyway, but it’s gonna be a problem soon.
My wife is there with you too. She has a huge toolbox full of embroidery floss. And you should see her “craft room,” which is pretty much our house’s dining room.
I like her, she seems cool. I purposely built a crafting area with a huge closet when I finished the basement. At a certain point, you just have to accept that the crafts have taken over your life and home.
There was one thing I had to put my foot down on finally. She had a loom that was the size of a washer and dryer and she used it maybe a couple of weeks a year. Eventually I had to insist she get rid of it and she agreed. Now she has a couple of small looms, which is fine.
This is me with embroidery. I started out making a couple of friendship bracelets in June. And then I thought, “Hey, now I have a bunch of extra floss, why don’t I try to embroider something?” So I bought a couple of kits to practice, and now like 2 months later, I have a full box of floss including some fancy shit from Japan, a boatload of hoops, and piles of colored cotton. I moved from printing other people’s patterns to customizing them in like, a week. I created my own monster. And now my favorite supply store has patterns for tiny embroidered felt animals so I’m starting a set of dinosaurs.
The real issue is what the fuck do I do with all this stuff I’m making. I don’t want to monetize it and I’m not really good enough for that anyway, but it’s gonna be a problem soon.
My wife is there with you too. She has a huge toolbox full of embroidery floss. And you should see her “craft room,” which is pretty much our house’s dining room.
I like her, she seems cool. I purposely built a crafting area with a huge closet when I finished the basement. At a certain point, you just have to accept that the crafts have taken over your life and home.
There was one thing I had to put my foot down on finally. She had a loom that was the size of a washer and dryer and she used it maybe a couple of weeks a year. Eventually I had to insist she get rid of it and she agreed. Now she has a couple of small looms, which is fine.