The holidays are upon us, and from what I've been reading, there is a great opportunity for my sales to rise substantially during the month of December. Unfortunately for me, I did not prepare for this in advance. So last week, I issued myself the 50-yard challenge...at the exact moment when 50 yards of pristine white fabric appeared on my doorstep. The challenge was to see how much of the 50 yards could be gotten through in what timeframe, since I have 6 markets coming up between now and December 21. I have a good amount of inventory, but I figure, I can't sell what I haven't made, so I've been busy trying to produce as much as possible at a pace that doesn't make me (too) crazy.
The 50-yard pile, scoured and ready to go.
My studio looks like some sort of textile hurricane recently tore through, which I think is great. I've run out of a few key chemicals, which is not so great, although it does give me the opportunity to take pictures of everything I've done up to this point, and work on my etsy and 1000 Markets shops, which is definitely great, so that equals out.
An unfortunate side effect of all this is that my brain has decided that quitting time is now at its discretion, and not mine. This is fine for things like pressing and sewing, which I don't have to think about too much. But writing...not so much. To make up for it, here are a few more pictures of what's been going on lately.
Boiling the fabric to remove the wax.
I've been thinking a lot about Eskimos while I boil lately, and all of their words for "snow". So, this is the first stage or "flake wax", which seems to be a winter phenomenon. I think that the surface of the water is significantly colder than the rest of the water so that the wax liquefies and comes out of the fabric, and when it floats to the surface it hardens again because of the cold air/surface temps.
(yes, me = total dork.)
tiny scrap everywhere from mitered napkin corners