but actually, I think I am going to try something new. Don't you just hate it when you go to a blog and the most recent post is really old? I feel like I'm falling behind. And of course, falling behind just makes me feel like I have more work to do to catch up and the task just gets bigger and bigger. In my defense, I will mention that we are working on a website (sometime in 2017) which will be integrated with our cash register software and will thus enable us to do more mail order for those of you far away. So there IS work being done.
But I've also decided I am going to try a little variation on the theme and just post a picture a week. There are more photos on our Instagram and Facebook accounts, and you can always see new arrivals most quickly that way, but I will try to use this space to show off some of the highlights.
Yes, that's right, we're going all out on pussyhats. I was actually in the middle of a different t-shirt design which involved me cutting and pasting a hat onto the head of Miss Forward. When I pasted, as is so often the case, the hat was extra large and clearly outsized for the image, but then I thought, hmm... I kind of like that on its own. SO, the pussyhat print was born. We have it in print and t-shirt and postcard and button format, and will soon be getting it in a rubber stamp. I'm pretty excited. I like not just the speed with which it came together but the happenstance of the event. We are in awe of all the knitters and sewers and crocheters around this country. Seriously. I love the transformation of something so mean and demeaning into something that has connected people. I mean, just the stories of people around the country who weren't able to march connecting with people who were marching but couldn't knit/sew. The little ways that people can say, here I am, I stand with you. Of course, as a crafter, I like that there was tangible project to work on; it is always satisfying for us to come into work and vent our frustration on the button machine and I expect similar feelings while people were knitting. But not just anger or frustration, also a sense of generosity and connection. Because THAT is what we need more of.