Stuff and Moonshine

Andrew has already watched Wonder Woman: 1984 through twice, while I’ve been cutting up a washing-machine-felted sweater to sew into hats. Have confirmed that the running time of the movie is the exact amount of time it takes me to cut and sew one hat.

So, apparently I now have the ability to learn crochet. I guess it just took the right motivation -- the motivation in this case being that a lot of cute vintage hat patterns call for crochet. The trick appears to be to just jump in, and google up how-tos for each type of stitch as it becomes necessary. Will post pictures if the hat turns out.

I did not sell a single hat in eight hours of manning a table while techno (?) blared in the background. Mind you, the woman next to me who's a veteran of these shows and makes beautiful hair ornaments only sold, like, two of them, so maybe it was just a slow day. I'm trying to draw lessons from it for next time:

1. Use a plainer fabric for my table cloth - no one actually said so, but I suspect a lot of my wares were hard to see against the pattern.

2. Brighter colours - Half the people there had hair dyed black or dark red - the hats and hair ornaments wouldn't have stood out if they'd tried them on.

3. Different fastening mechanisms - I sewed those stretchy circular hair combs to my hats, because I've found them to be the most comfortable and secure way of holding them on my head; but the learning curve was too steep for my potential customers. U-shaped hairbands are ugly and uncomfortable, but at least people know how to put them on.

4. Maybe I should avoid calling them "hats." At least three people said "oh, they're lovely, but I'm just not a hat person." Possible if I stick to really small fascinators and call them "decorated headbands," people won't be scared off.

Got accepted into the Bazaar of the Bizarre! (April 1, Pia Bowman Ballet School)

I just spent at least forty minutes hot-gluing sisal rope to a foam-rubber ball. Suspect making display stands for hats will prove to be more labour-intensive than making the hats themselves. Meanwhile I haven't heard a peep from BotB, so this exercise is being conducted in a spirit of purest optimism.

Yesterday I took some cardboard down to the recycling bins, forgetful of the tiny fez I had on my head. Our resident Crazy Old Guy started in astonishment when he stepped into the elevator.

I must take care not to repeat the performance tonight in a plastic tiara. Possibly I should post a note on my front door:

ARE YOU WEARING A HAT?
IS IT A SILLY HAT?

Lots of hat-work this weekend. Am going to try putting them in the Polaris art show. Also began this wonky steampunk.....something. Probably a fascinator.

Apparently what I always thought was a homburg is in fact a trilby; so what’s the name for that stupid hat Inspecteur Clousseau wears? I always thought *that* was a trilby.

More little hats. These didn't felt so well but I still went to town decorating them (it's what they're for, really).

Not sure this even counts as a craft, but:
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