Jewelry Making
Ok, so, I've put more techniques under my belt and sharpened the ones I already had but how is this gonna benefit me now?
Well, Christmas is coming. And, more importantly people at work are more than willing to buy the things I make. It's both uplifting and ...lucrative. The last time I sold things at work on my break, I managed to scrounge up enough cash to pay for my summer school books. That was awesome. The first check of the summer was all mine to spend frivolously on bills and...beads. Haha! ....Wait, bills aren't all that frivolous are they? Nevermind then.
Anyways, the point is, my little hobby is granting me a tiny bit more financial freedom. It's wonderfully relaxing. However, it's also dangerous, for my wallet. As I bead, it becomes apparent that I need more of this thing or that thing. Then, since obtaining those things involves me going to a store or shopping wholesale online, it ends up putting me in contact with things that I don't need, like ...more beads. Beads have become a dangerous obsession and inspiration.
They rule my life. I think about beads every day. Ebay has become a temptress that calls to my jewelry muse and leads me to forsake all others. The feeling of seed, E, and swarvoski crystal beads encites a curious frenzy in my fingers, calling like tiny little sirens....calling to the poor hapless sailors that are my meager dollars... and devouring them...
Obsession is a good, healthy thing, I swear.
Well, Christmas is coming. And, more importantly people at work are more than willing to buy the things I make. It's both uplifting and ...lucrative. The last time I sold things at work on my break, I managed to scrounge up enough cash to pay for my summer school books. That was awesome. The first check of the summer was all mine to spend frivolously on bills and...beads. Haha! ....Wait, bills aren't all that frivolous are they? Nevermind then.
Anyways, the point is, my little hobby is granting me a tiny bit more financial freedom. It's wonderfully relaxing. However, it's also dangerous, for my wallet. As I bead, it becomes apparent that I need more of this thing or that thing. Then, since obtaining those things involves me going to a store or shopping wholesale online, it ends up putting me in contact with things that I don't need, like ...more beads. Beads have become a dangerous obsession and inspiration.
They rule my life. I think about beads every day. Ebay has become a temptress that calls to my jewelry muse and leads me to forsake all others. The feeling of seed, E, and swarvoski crystal beads encites a curious frenzy in my fingers, calling like tiny little sirens....calling to the poor hapless sailors that are my meager dollars... and devouring them...
Obsession is a good, healthy thing, I swear.