I don’t crochet gifts for the holidays. It’s the time of year where I’m starting to see the panicked posts of friends and colleagues regarding all the gift crocheting (or knitting) that they have left to do. Meanwhile in Jess-Land,
As a crochet designer and doll maker, I think the most difficult part of my work is describing it in a way that will convince people to buy my patterns and pieces. I tend to have the descriptive word arsenal of a twelve year old boy; awesome, cool, great, amazing… sometimes swell. None of these words are helping me to tell the story as to why my buyers need to purchase my latest crochet pattern or monster art doll. Instead, my descriptions read like robotic instructions and aren’t appealing to anyone. Even robots wouldn’t make a purchase from me based off of my product descriptions. ROBOTS!
Oh holy butts… Thanksgiving really threw me off of my regularly scheduled EVERYTHING this year. These patters are about 4 days late in being released. Meh. These things happen. Anywho, there are two brand new patterns here that you can buy separately or as a pattern set (and save some cash).
I seriously have the best job. I mean, come on. I crochet monsters, design crochet patterns, blog, and make animal butts. That’s pretty awesome. I’m very blessed.
Self care is a tricky subject for me. I tend to forget about it at times, freak out, and then need more me time to fix everything. I need a little time for myself a few times a day. Apparently I’m needy in the self care department. I have to be though. I don’t want to snap at the kids (or Hubs), or break down into a blubbering pile of blubbering. I had to recently stop taking my medications that were helping with this entire process recently, because the side effects were trashing my liver and blood sugar… and making my muscles weak, which was driving me nuts. Can’t have weak muscles and do yoga (baby steps getting back into it). So yeah. I’m taking care of the whole taking care of myself thing. I kind of don’t have a choice.
I was invited to participate in this world wide artist blog hop by Dedri, of Look What I Made! I’m kind of in love with these sorts of things. They solidify the point of blogging in the first place. Right? Having an artist like Dedri nominate me was very cool. She does amazing work, and I’ve featured it here on the blog. Check out her Amamani Puzzle Balls book. Such an amazing idea!
Right. So I need to live on a farm. When I was little we lived with my Grandparents on their farm. We had chickens and apparently there was a pig in love with the horse. He used to break out of his pen daily and go hang out with the horse. That’s not weird. It’s awesome. I remember the smell of chickens, smashing my cousin’s finger under a rock, and fishing from the bridge that went over the stream. My Grandparents also had an outhouse (in addition to their indoor plumbing), and Grandpa taught my brother and I how to count in Irish. Yeah.
I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before, but I used to draw. It was in another life of mine (not really… high school and after). It’s all I did creatively. Maybe I painted too. I don’t really remember. I do know that I always had a sketchbook on me and was usually drawing some crazy monster with rings coming out of its head and googly eyes.