Third post and finally a welcome. About my speed, ya'll.
Welcome! If you have found this blog then you are either psychic or incredibly random. I'll take either at this point. Here be the blog for the etsy store Craftily Impaired. Go look at it, I'll wait.
I don't know how to make it go to the page if you click the
picture. Call me Technically Impaired too.
Unique designs from upcycled materials. That's a fancy way to say that I scrounge my local Goodwill for clothes made from interesting fabrics, I bring them home, wash them a couple of times (Goodwill stuff smells funny), then cut them up and make crap. Then I try to sell the crap.
Why do I make what I make? Most, if not all of the types of stuff you see have first been requested by the mother of the Most Adorable Baby Ever Born (we'll call her AB for adorable baby). The mother of AB used to hold that title, but then she had a child and she lost said title. This baby isn't a baby anymore, she's a toddler, but has now learned the answer to a very important question:
Question: Whose baby girl are you?
Answer: I'm Tracy's baby girl.
Did I mention that AB is brilliant?
She's also the official model for the store. Isn't she adorable?
So, back to what I do and why I do it. I make crap. I try to sell crap. So far no official sales from the store yet, but maybe that will come. I have sold a thing or two to friends of AB's mother. Why do I do it? An undefinable urge to be crafty and artsy. You may have that urge, so you may understand. Can't explain it, just going with it.
Somewhat long post about nothing, but welcome if you found me. I really doubt that I'll talk about the store much, or crafty stuff much. It'll probably be whatever is on my iddy-biddy mind. Stick around and maybe I'll have some flashes of brilliance or comedy and you might be slightly entertained. If not, then fine. FINE. Go. Leave. Git. You haven't hurt my feelings. No, not a bit. :(
Update: OMG! I'm not technically impaired at all! Click on the banner and it takes you to the shop!
