My beautiful girl-cat passed on just after 5am on December 9, 2012. She was 18 1/2 years old. Some day, I might tell you more about that. But that day will be when I can remember it for the beauty of her last hours and tell you about some of the funny things she used to do (instead of tearing up and going all soppy over it). It will be when I’m feeling centered enough to face the possibility of feedback from Those With Firm Opinions(tm) and The Well Meaning(tm). Right now, I’m focussed on the obvious: I have been a crazy cat lady for literally half my life. I am out of cats. That makes me … just crazy? I’m thinking I might need a slightly updated self-definition.
So, I read a thing on the internets about how you can find your direction in life by sorting out what you want to be remembered for when you die. (I was having an incredibly morbid streak of googling last week. There was a heavy death theme, and every flipping search I did turned up pictures of tabbies. Search for “how to get my life on track?” Sleeping tabby. Search for “kitchen appliances gifts”? Tabby in cat tree. Search for “php classes self construct”? Tabbies playing. Seriously? I mean, really, Google? Have you no pity? Also, none of these will work now, because the Electron Gods want to drive me to insanity.)
So I started a list. It got big. Then it got prioritized, and then, because I am me, it got edited. Ruthlessly. Multiple times. I edited until I had a statement of who I am/would like to be when I grow up/want to be remembered as. It’s like this:
I am a Designer of Things and a Maker of Stuff.
That’s really it.
I design. I make.
I want to be remembered as someone who designed and made cool stuff.
Except that’s really not really just it, because I’m happiest about the things I design and make when I have recorded (in some fashion) enough to be able to convey the specifics of the making them to others. Just sitting here at the keyboard shouting, “Hey, look, Internet! I did this cool thing!” feels too much like bragging, and bragging feels like ego, and I’m rather against ego lately. (She says, focussing on herself and her opinions and aware of the obvious irony…)
I am a Designer of Things, Maker of Stuff, and Purveyor of Information.
Designer. Maker. Datamancer? Teacher? Blogger? I have no idea. I just know that I’m not really content unless I’m writing, and specifically writing directions.
The problem, here, is that I have changed over the years, but I have tried to keep the blog basically on-topic. I mean, sure, I expanded from historical recreation and research for the Elizabethan era into the murkier waters of costuming. The problem is that that’s really not the half of what I do anymore. And it’s impacting my blogging, because, seriously, I might have nothing to say on my actual topic of go off on tangents. And I’m digging on simple home improvements lately. And easy electronics junk. I also spend a stupid amount of time writing code (php, html/css (does that even still count?), sql, jQuery), churning out graphics (Illustrator, Photoshop, and iDraw), mod’ing the house (apparently the dining room is next – mom likes to throw plans at me before coffee has sunk in so I’m not really entirely sure what I’ve agreed to), trying to make the workroom actually work (this time, it will work), dismantling dead electronics to see what’s inside (still can’t get to that darned electron gun), knitting (currently: socks), spinning (something lovely in a green wool and silk variety on the drop spindle), and sewing (a tailored jacket for mom for xmas – eek!) when I have time – because, after all, it’s important for adults to be productive rather than farting around with what they enjoy doing. Le sigh.
So here is my question to you, dear reader:
How do you feel about instructions for not-sewing things? Do you want a recipe for a storage-work-table? How about the crappita I read about cognitive science and the learning or design process? Are you interested in stupid WordPress hacks?Do you want the things I muse about when going over my Principles of Design for Apparel syllabus? Modern clothing and tailoring? How to hold a battery pack inside a hat? Jewelry and painting and leatherworks? Personal productivity tips that am trying at the moment? How to build a garden bench? I keep wanting to stick all the not-costume stuff into my personal blog, but it never happens. This is my online home. The other place… meh.
If I go off-topic, will it interest you, utterly not affect you, or annoy you? Are you good with just reading what you want to read and ignoring the rest? Or will you, like the Googles, judge me if I lose focus?
Because I don’t know. I think it would be fair to say that you know far more about me than I know about you. What do you want?
Nota bene: I make not guarantees I will do as told. ;) I’m bad like that. But I do want to know what you want.