Figuratively speaking.

I mean, I guess I could say that I literally like making shit too because I like to eat and eating leads to shitting, unless something has gone terribly awry.

But that wasn’t where I was headed with this when I started typing. Shocker, I KNOW.

Seriously though, I like to make shit. Knitting, cooking, embroidering, making weird sculptures out of paper clips and tape while I’m on hold at work…basically, if there’s stuff in front of me that can in some way be re-shaped or destroyed and re-formed, I will be compelled to do so.

As such, I have a lot of, uhh…stuff. See? I didn’t call it shit! SOMETIMES I LEARN!

Anyway – so I have all these little things I’ve made, and the problem is that I don’t actually use a lot of what I make. If I knit some crazy complicated lace shawl, it will usually just languish on the laundro-bed indefinitely after blocking. When I finish a needlework piece, it just kind of sits in a pile waiting for a frame for ages while I move on to start 47 other new shiny projects. I mean, yes, I do sometimes make things specifically for other people and those things get given to those people and are well-loved, and that in turn gives me a big ol’ pile of warm fuzzies. But for the most part, I’d say about 85% of the things I work on just end up languishing in my apartment all sad and un-enjoyed.

So I was thinking (and I know that sets a dangerous precedent but hang with me here), what if I made stuff and then instead of just adding it to the existing piles of stuff, I sold it instead? People do that. I know they do. Could I do that? I think I maybe could. How will I ever know if I don’t try, right? And really, how bad can it go?

I haven’t set up an Etsy shop yet because, in a completely shocking for me move, I want to actually try to plan this out a little before I just start throwing up pictures of embroidered pterodactyls and telling people I’ll make them custom ones (like I may or may not have sort of done on Facebook the other night after two rather large glasses of wine…heh). I need to figure out stuff like shipping and, I don’t know, material costs? And probably all kinds of other shit I haven’t even thought of.

Know that the pterodactyl invasion is coming, though. Be prepared.

Here’s my prototype. This one is going to be rainbow-filled, because pterodactyls love colors and also gayness. Don’t believe me? OK smart guy, find a pterodactyl who can tell you differently. Yeah, that’s what I thought.