I am not the woman you think I am.
You see the witty, urbane, sophisticated Peg, quick with a sarcastic take on the foibles of life. But that’s not me. Well, that IS me. Quite a lot of me, actually, accent on the “witty, urbane, sophisticated” part. That’s a really BIG part of me. And that’s not just my opinion – ask anybody. I didn’t just make that part up.
But that’s not all there is to me.
It is time to reveal to you, my nearest and dearest (as well as random strangers who have wandered into my blog searching for hard-hitting information about “Twinkie The Kid dead” and “magazine cover goat”)
I have a secret life.
No doubt you think my life is a series of high-powered, lucrative business meetings, interspersed with jaunts to exotic locations. You probably heard I went up to Saratoga and my horse naturally won, then I flew my Lear Jet up to Nova Scotia to see the total eclipse of the sun. That I’m where I should be all the time and when I’m not, gentlemen are sipping champagne out of my shoes.
Would it surprise you to learn there’s not so much of that sort of thing going on?
When my busy workday is over, when I have pumped my iron and treaded my treadmill at the YMCA, I go home and enter…a secret lair. The Bat Cave, if you will, except in this case it would be the Peg Cave. And instead of donning a cape and cowl, my costume is my comfiest old sweats, the ones with the tear in the crotch and bleach splatters on the cuff. And I become, in real life….
There – I said it. I am a crafter.
I am one of the ranks of those who spend their lunch hours at Jo-Ann Fabric, Michael’s and Hobby Lobby searching for JUST the perfect length of rickrack trim. Who spend hours hunched over their hot glue guns turning pine cones into whimsical creatures with the judicious placement of googly eyes. Who count their cross-stitches until plastic mesh becomes a tissue box cover worthy of the Louvre!
I spend hours (many, many hours) craftily crafting handcrafted items of a crafty nature in the sanctum sanctorum of my Craft Room/Bat/Writing/Peg Cave and I am not ashamed.
All crafters have their specialties. Some work in paper, some in plastic, some in wood, iron or glass. My chosen medium is old sweaters.
I get wool and cashmere sweaters from the thrift shop, felt them, take them apart and put them back together. I take other people’s castoffs, repurpose them and give them new life as purses, pins, hats, pillows, etc. I’m the Dr. Frankenstein of fuzzy!
My brand name is “peep”. (get it? Wool and cashmere? Little Bo Peep?)
Why am I revealing all this? Why here – why now?
This crafter is going to the fair.
My sister Lib (friend, confidant and tough business manager,) has been telling me for 2 years that I have to DO something with my stockpile of recycled goodness. I’ve sold a few pieces at a local gift shop, but it’s time to branch out.
I’ve got all the trappings of a real crafty business type – tables, bags, a receipt book and an apron – and I’m going to (try to) sell my wares at a craft fair this weekend. Check out the Christmas On The Fox, Art and Craft Show at the fairgrounds in St. Charles, Illinois. Although I’ve never been to this one, it looks like a great show with some truly artisinal offerings.
Stop by and say hi if you live in the Chicago area. You can get a coupon for $1 off the admission price at the promoters website.
On second thought, let’s just hope all my stuff is cleaned out at the show this weekend, hmmm?
Happy Thanksgiving and blessings to all!