But there is a light at the end of the tunnel my friends. A coworker told me her mother bought one a few years ago and hates it (probably in hopes to deter me from wasting money on such a worthless piece of crap) and never uses it. She was completely disappointed by its results. My eyes glazed over and little tubes of ink and screens danced through my head. It can't be! A Gocco in my path this whole time! I asked her this morning if she would see what her mom would think of selling it to me. I would of course be willing to pay handsomely for it. She said she would try to remember to ask her tonight. I can hardly wait for the response. I'm hoping it will be the one I want to hear! Otherwise, I'll be getting my bidding fingers ready. Watch out ebay.
In other news, the bag is felted and shaved. I'm pretty happy with the results. The lion wool isn't as great as the cascade and its a little shorter than I wanted (I should have remembered that knitted items shrink more one way than the other), but it looks good and fits on my arm. So it will work for its intended owner. I'm just hoping she didn't want it to be small like mine.
I gave the fat bottomed bag to its new owner, my friend Jamie. She loved it. I was very happy. I love making stuff for other people. Every time I give it away though, I'm sad to see it leave and also apprehensive on whether they will actually like it and use it. I think this is a common problem for crafters. There is so much time and energy that goes into handmade gifts. We don't want our efforts overlooked or passed to the wayside, like some underwear at Christmas. I know I want people to think of my gifts as a PlayStation 3.
I also got a message from my cold friend in Illinois, who received her scarfs and hat. She loved them as well! Yay! I'm telling you, if you want some free stuff, tell a knitter you are cold. We can't help but to fight off wintry weather with hand knitted gifts of warmth.
I'm going to try to make paper sometime soon. I dried a bunch of flower petals from the last bouquet I got. I dried them for posterity. I dry all the flowers I get. I am getting tired of having dried flowers get dusty, so I decided that I'd pluck all of the flowers and press them between a bunch of pieces of cardboard that I brought home from work. It worked wonderfully! Now I have all these petals. I could add them to the other stuff he gave me from the short time we were together, but why not craft with them? Make something out of them that I can keep but still use if I want to. I can make a book, or a scrapbook page using the paper as accents. So yeah, paper making 101 will soon commence.
