Back home
Being home is surreal. I haven't been here in so long. Everything is the same yet different at the same time. It is hard to explain.
As soon as I got home Kim and Melissa came over and hung out with me at home. We talked for four hours just catching up and reminding of each other about our middle school and high school years together. Already I'm remembering so much more of my Phoenixville roots than I have in years. We talked about people from our class, the classes under us, who have already graduated and gone off to college to get drunk with their new friends. It's been very trippy for me to think about all these things that I had completely forgotten about.
Also, I'm learning new things. My grandmother and my mother were both very in to embrodery. There is a literal ton of embrodery floss in my house. If I cared more than two licks about embrodery I would be in heaven. We found two unfinished sweaters knitted by my grandmother. I'm going to fix one of them up and it should be a really warm over jacket. I just hand washed it and hung it up to dry. Now my hands smell like wet wool, which is one of the worst smells on God's green earth.
I'm thinking of going into mum pottery studio and making some ceramic buttons. I was walking around downtown Phoenixville, which is super neat after the whole Renaissance they had, and I went into a store called Diving Cat Gallery. They had all these hand made, super expensive crafty knick-nacks being sold at inflated prices. I was looking at one stand and saw some ceramic hand made buttons on sale, 5 for $18. They looked pretty cute and I thought about getting them and putting them on stuff I was planning to make but then I stopped by myself. If I made them myself I could just charge more for what I was making, or just sell them if I don't get around to using them. So I think I'm going into mum's class on Tuesday morning and starting that. I'll try to make 25 at first.
There was a shop down the street from my mum's studio that had a bunch of knitted scarfs for sale. They were made with super weird looking novelty yarn. I just raised my eyebrow at them and went, 'wow, I can do so much better than this.' So I think I will. The more I think about knitting for profit the more I want to do it. Then I try not to get to excited about it, otherwise I just won't do it because I know it won't be everything I want it to be.
If I do decently well with the buttons I'm going to make this week, will I be able to buy some clay and work on them at Rowan back at Miami? I probably shouldn't be thinking that far ahead just yet.
Haha, I went over to Kim's house today and they were watching Chelsea football. I sat there watching it going "oh yeah, Mat really liked Chelsea football. Huh, now I'll never get a chance to tell him that I finally watched it. They're pretty cool to watch too." The funny thing about soccer is that whenever they have a collision or a wipe out, the players immediately look really indignant and spread their arms wide and make the universal facial expression for "What the hell was that?" This happened without fail for the half an hour of the game I watched.
Listening to Lilly Allen. It's my thing right now.
As soon as I got home Kim and Melissa came over and hung out with me at home. We talked for four hours just catching up and reminding of each other about our middle school and high school years together. Already I'm remembering so much more of my Phoenixville roots than I have in years. We talked about people from our class, the classes under us, who have already graduated and gone off to college to get drunk with their new friends. It's been very trippy for me to think about all these things that I had completely forgotten about.
Also, I'm learning new things. My grandmother and my mother were both very in to embrodery. There is a literal ton of embrodery floss in my house. If I cared more than two licks about embrodery I would be in heaven. We found two unfinished sweaters knitted by my grandmother. I'm going to fix one of them up and it should be a really warm over jacket. I just hand washed it and hung it up to dry. Now my hands smell like wet wool, which is one of the worst smells on God's green earth.
I'm thinking of going into mum pottery studio and making some ceramic buttons. I was walking around downtown Phoenixville, which is super neat after the whole Renaissance they had, and I went into a store called Diving Cat Gallery. They had all these hand made, super expensive crafty knick-nacks being sold at inflated prices. I was looking at one stand and saw some ceramic hand made buttons on sale, 5 for $18. They looked pretty cute and I thought about getting them and putting them on stuff I was planning to make but then I stopped by myself. If I made them myself I could just charge more for what I was making, or just sell them if I don't get around to using them. So I think I'm going into mum's class on Tuesday morning and starting that. I'll try to make 25 at first.
There was a shop down the street from my mum's studio that had a bunch of knitted scarfs for sale. They were made with super weird looking novelty yarn. I just raised my eyebrow at them and went, 'wow, I can do so much better than this.' So I think I will. The more I think about knitting for profit the more I want to do it. Then I try not to get to excited about it, otherwise I just won't do it because I know it won't be everything I want it to be.
If I do decently well with the buttons I'm going to make this week, will I be able to buy some clay and work on them at Rowan back at Miami? I probably shouldn't be thinking that far ahead just yet.
Haha, I went over to Kim's house today and they were watching Chelsea football. I sat there watching it going "oh yeah, Mat really liked Chelsea football. Huh, now I'll never get a chance to tell him that I finally watched it. They're pretty cool to watch too." The funny thing about soccer is that whenever they have a collision or a wipe out, the players immediately look really indignant and spread their arms wide and make the universal facial expression for "What the hell was that?" This happened without fail for the half an hour of the game I watched.
Listening to Lilly Allen. It's my thing right now.