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Good Mornthing!
20/11/18 07:47 Precious few minutes this morning, and I am choosing to spend those which remain with you.
Yesterday was a rarey day off - no work, and the children at school, and SALM at work, and so I granted myself leave to sit in my chair and watch Blacklist in marathon mode while, stopwatch app running to keep track of my time, I finished a blanket that I had been commissioned to make. I'd already done the pattern once before, but this time I added a border as well, which made a world of visual difference IMO in terms of giving it a really "finished" look. It is the size of a throw:
Finishing the blanket made me nervous because the commissioner agreed to buy it not actually knowing what the final price would be, only that it would require me to time myself and that I charge $20/hour for most of my fiber arts work (which, considering that I have over 30 years' experience, might be undercharging, but eh. ::le shrug::). I finished, took pictures, sent them, and they were effusively excited. Then I let them know how many hours it had taken to make, and how much they owed outstanding after accounting for the down payment they had already sent. They went silent. For over an hour. I hate that silence. It is one of the loudest, and most uncomfortable silences, for me. I resisted the urge to fill that silence with offerings of any kind of discounting.
When they messaged me again, it was to let me know they had sent the money. ::falls down:: I'm still not used to people understanding and appreciating the huge difference between a handmade item and something they would pick up at the store, and being willing and able to pay for that amount of work and care. It is both one of the great and terrible things of a highly industrialized society that prices are so low. Great, because it means so many people have access to so many needful things. Terrible because the idea of what a thing "should cost" can get so skewed because we are used to the pricing of things mass-produced, and so unique and handcrafted items seem to be too expensive in comparison, rather than accurately priced for what they are.
I have an additional skein of this yarn on hand, and am making a scarf in the same pattern, albeit with the dragonflies offset. I made a short scarf with the remainder yarn and someone called dibs within five minutes of me posting pictures of it, and paid me so promptly my hair blew back.
Here is my face for no reason other than that I am feeling cute today, and therefore it makes me cranky that my webcam is so shoddy as to not even really pick up my hair.
Alas, you cannot smell me through this picture, which is truly your loss. I plucked a bottle at random from the collection today and came up with Spiked Nog Nutmeg from Solstice Perfumes. I smell gorram delicious.
There was more I wanted to write about, like the Spawn and a tornado project, but alas. I must be off.
Hello, Blisstopia.<3
Yesterday was a rarey day off - no work, and the children at school, and SALM at work, and so I granted myself leave to sit in my chair and watch Blacklist in marathon mode while, stopwatch app running to keep track of my time, I finished a blanket that I had been commissioned to make. I'd already done the pattern once before, but this time I added a border as well, which made a world of visual difference IMO in terms of giving it a really "finished" look. It is the size of a throw:
Finishing the blanket made me nervous because the commissioner agreed to buy it not actually knowing what the final price would be, only that it would require me to time myself and that I charge $20/hour for most of my fiber arts work (which, considering that I have over 30 years' experience, might be undercharging, but eh. ::le shrug::). I finished, took pictures, sent them, and they were effusively excited. Then I let them know how many hours it had taken to make, and how much they owed outstanding after accounting for the down payment they had already sent. They went silent. For over an hour. I hate that silence. It is one of the loudest, and most uncomfortable silences, for me. I resisted the urge to fill that silence with offerings of any kind of discounting.
When they messaged me again, it was to let me know they had sent the money. ::falls down:: I'm still not used to people understanding and appreciating the huge difference between a handmade item and something they would pick up at the store, and being willing and able to pay for that amount of work and care. It is both one of the great and terrible things of a highly industrialized society that prices are so low. Great, because it means so many people have access to so many needful things. Terrible because the idea of what a thing "should cost" can get so skewed because we are used to the pricing of things mass-produced, and so unique and handcrafted items seem to be too expensive in comparison, rather than accurately priced for what they are.
I have an additional skein of this yarn on hand, and am making a scarf in the same pattern, albeit with the dragonflies offset. I made a short scarf with the remainder yarn and someone called dibs within five minutes of me posting pictures of it, and paid me so promptly my hair blew back.
Here is my face for no reason other than that I am feeling cute today, and therefore it makes me cranky that my webcam is so shoddy as to not even really pick up my hair.
Alas, you cannot smell me through this picture, which is truly your loss. I plucked a bottle at random from the collection today and came up with Spiked Nog Nutmeg from Solstice Perfumes. I smell gorram delicious.
There was more I wanted to write about, like the Spawn and a tornado project, but alas. I must be off.
Hello, Blisstopia.<3
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