I spend so much time in my sewing/craft room and I didn't know when I acquired all my many stash piles what exactly I was going to do with everything, I just enjoyed having it. But now that our new gallery/mercantile owner and I have found each other I have been having so much fun. Making things to go into the mercantile I have been able to pull out some of those stashes and put them to good use. I don't worry about whether or not someone will like it, will it fit, does it fit their personality or décor I've just been making what I love and it seems strangers also enjoy my things, which makes me even happier.
I have just completed some items I'll be delivering to the store in a couple of days. I have made handbags before but have never worked with magnetic snaps or purse handles, but I did have them in my stash, now some of them will find a new home soon.
When delivering my items to the mercantile I like to make certain they get displayed well and when thinking about what I had for displaying handbags one night I remembered a coat rack my grandfather had made me some 40 plus years ago, so I pulled it out along with hair ties I had and after working with everything for awhile I am very pleased with how this display will look in the store.
When I moved to our little town 3 years ago I had no intention of staying as long as I have and putting my grandfathers hand made coat rack in our little store has made me reflect a little about planting roots. See this coat rack was made from trees he had planted on his property right after he built his home and the place where my handprints will not only be in foundation forever but a place where I grew up. Although the little forest of trees know longer exists and that house is no longer in the family this little coat rack reminds me of the roots my grandparents instilled in me.