Sorry. Didn’t mean to reference Sherlock but it seemed appropriate.
I’ve fallen down a rabbit hole. That rabbit hole is stitch markers. My office shelves are filled with charms that I’m putting together for stitch markers. Cinderella stitch markers, Alice in Wonderland stitch markers, Peter Pan stitch markers……
Finding the perfect charm to represent a part of the story has been fun. I love a good scrounge and hunt. The happiness when I find it is addictive. I’m even thinking about setting up a stitch marker monthly subscription. Chances are that will happen soon.
Yes I’ve been busy and distracted and stuff. But I’m still here.
I’ve been sewing bags. Developing designs and new products. Make videos and wedding presents. Learning new skills and tapping into old ones. Fun times. Photos will come eventually. Providing I remember to take photos.
We, as a family, went to the movies. It was to see a special screening of a new movie. How exciting I hear you say. Not quite. Continuing on from The Gamer’s weekend in Sydney, he got to be a ticket collector/host of the Rooster Teeth movie, Lazer Team, at a local cinema. Marvellous.
He had to be there early to make sure everything was set up and ready which meant, we had to be there early.
This meant I got to enjoy a bit of people watching. Oh did I do some people watching. It was like being David Attenborough.
The movie was pretty good too. The people watching was better.
Whilst The Gamer spent the weekend doing something very important at RTX (something to do with Rooster Teeth, an online thing, expo something) in Sydney, I spent the weekend sorting out my office. Ok, I had misplaced a vital piece of equipment and in the process of finding it, I rearranged things.
As I hunted, I discovered just how lacking my available storage space is. But as Widow 2 pointed out, there’d never be enough storage.
I’ve been making special ordered items lately and hard as I try, I find random strands of my hair embedded in the item.
The ones I see get removed before they get completely set into the work but that’s not always going to work. Now I’ve decided it’s an almost foolproof way of proving who made it. They include my dna. Better than labels I guess.
Didn’t stop me from getting labels though. Which is a very grown up and professional thing to do. Scares the heck out of me.
Here’s a photo.
Very scary professional looking labels
Plus a video of my hook holder in action.
Next thing you know, there’ll be video conversations between Widow 2 and I. That’s really scary.
In the last couple of weeks I’ve been very productive. I’ve made up more hook holders, started a project for a birthday gift that was last month (she didn’t tell me what she wanted until the day after her birthday) and even lead a bunch of teenagers in screen printing a tshirt. I’ve also photograph and list the items on the etsy store and develop a new product prototype. Scary stuff.
Yet as I do these things, I still manage to stab my fingers with pins and needles. Usually before they get anywhere near what I’m working on. The Gamer managed to look up from his game when I exclaimed in pain. Only once though and only to shut the door to my office. Must have interrupted his online GTA session with his gamer buddy. Oh well.
So given I’ve put my time and blood (not really) into the items, please check out the shop. I need to buy more bandaids.
I began a project recently using yarn I had in my stash. It was going along wonderfully. Then I ran out of a colour. That’s ok I thought, I’ll just get some more. Wrong. In the 8 months since I purchased the yarn, the colour has been discontinued. After rummaging through the available yarn to find something suitable to finish the project, we found one. All good, until we discovered it doesn’t come in the ply I need. Gah.
In disgust I’ve put what I’ve done, in a box to be dealt with when I’m less annoyed.
Here’s the project parts.
The offending yarn
Before I ran out
So after all that, there are eighty squares in total that need to be joined. With what? I don’t know.
Recently a friend of The Gamer’s posted a link to an article on “Breast Physics” within games. Yup, there’s a name for the motion of boobs in games.
After reading the article I realised two things. 1. Obviously the concept of sports bras is alien to them. 2. Surely the motion capture suits would alleviate this problem.
As an owner operator of a pair of boobs I can tell you, they move in many different ways and often is completely independent ways to each other. That’s why they get restrained and quite often squished down into submission by an engineered garment. Also all that bouncing is painful.
Given the dimensions of the female characters are completely wonky, I suppose the breasts are that way too.
But as Widow 2 said the other day, chances are the developers haven’t been near real boobs.