Three new scarves
Since my last post, I’ve created three more scarves, as a way of integrating more creative pursuits into my life. The most recent is a free-form crochet number with felting, the second a knitted scarf, with a knitted flower and leaves, and the third is an orange mohair number with feather ‘wool’ stripes and baubles.
On Friday when I took all thirteen scarves, ensconsed in an IKEA tin, to a local shop I like. The shop owner, Louise, agreed to look at them.
And while I’m not hanging all hopes on this vendor buying some, I’ve done a small thing that scared me and I believe it’s good to venture out of one’s comfort zone sometimes.
I have confidence in the product too – I think the scarves are lovely and, at some point, they’ll appeal to someone else with my taste. I have them listed on www.handmade3777.etsy.com and some people have marked a few as favourite items.
So, I am taking small steps in the creative journey and I’m sure it’s doing my brain some good.
Until the next post, I hope you uncover some some time today to do something you love.
Three times lucky?
Last weekend I knit
enter a different state of mind to my dominant one, which is working in IT.
But so desperate am I to reach this other mindset, I’m now amassing a collection of scarves, too many for my own personal use!
I need to move them.
So, I set up a shop on etsy.com (www.handmade3777.etsy.com), a site where you can buy and sell handmade goods. It’s like a big online St Kilda Sunday Market and I fear I’ll buy more than I’ll sell.
So, that’s one avenue. No sales so far, but nice to do some social networking and learn 
more about it, and a few people have liked some of the items in my modest ’shop’.
My partner & I, when down at the local bricks and mortar outlets the other day, went into a gifty kind of place. I’m shy about flaunting my wares so he asked the assistant if the owner would be interested in looking at my scarves. She said, ’sure’ and handed us a card with a name to call.
Since then, I met a friend for lunch in Tooronga. We went into that lovely shop, Turner and Lane on Malvern Road, and my friend, knowing the stage-fright I would exhibit if I had to ask, asked the lady in the shop if the owners were interested in viewing some of my winter wares. I now have another card, with another name to call.
Buoyed by how nice these people were, I phoned a favourite local shop, Morris Brown in Healesville. I spoke to one of the two partners and she has agreed to take a look.
Perhaps three times lucky? I’ll let you know how I get on.
