I have almost three weeks left at my summer temp job. It extended far beyond what I planned, but it's hard to say no to regular money being put aside against the heating bill in January, especially when I intend to be happily in the house, enjoying said heat.
But it's hard, as we all know, to do something 9-5 and then come home, deal with the house, eat something resembling a meal, spend time with the people and animals that you love, and still -- still -- find time to make things.
Case in point. I have sixteen shows (so far) between now and the week before Christmas. Sixteen.
And I think I have enough inventory for three or four shows. And that's saying everyone doesn't want to buy the same thing, in which case I probably have inventory for two.
Today is my day off, so I'm taking a break here now and then going back to the assembly line. That's what it is at the moment -- I have 30+ mini bears with freshly embroidered faces, 8 newly cut out dresses, and a stack of cotton prints and batting that need to be cut into squares for microwave bowls. (Those are good because I can take the pieces into the office and pin them together at lunch, and sometimes even on my desk when no one's around).
I'm also going to need more sweater animals, and I haven't yet taken inventory of the mittens, but either way, that means my machine is going to go back on her weekly cleaning schedule so I can avert the wool-fuzzy-catastrophe that happens when I don't pay enough attention to her during sweater season.
So pressure, yes, but it's still fun. I'd still rather be doing this than sitting in a small box in an over-air-conditioned big box, mostly waiting around for someone to give me something to do.