Shifting Gears

Wow. I titled this post “shifting gears” and I’m not even gonna mention car stuff. What is this world coming to?

Anyhow, I just wanted to post about how I’m adding to my plate… I’m making stuff.

How is this different from normal?

I’m selling it, too.

Yeah, that’s why the big banner across the top. I have simply got to clean out my sewing room. It’s bad in there. I love my mess, but if I don’t make a bunch of stuff or sell off what I have, I don’t have the room to collect more and my need to hunt and gather and build is stronger than my need to store.

See how bad it has gotten:

Every nook and cranny from floor to ceiling is full. Under the table: full. Drawers: full. Closet: full. And yes, see those spools of thread on the right near the center of the picture?: Floor to ceiling, every peg is full and there are a few in between just resting on their neighbors. And each spool is a different color. I put the duplicates in a separate box hidden under the counter.

I’ve opened two stores. One as RinaSlayter at Etsy. And one as TwilightsFancy at ArtFire. Why two names? Because I didn’t think I was really gonna be in this for the long haul. I was gonna off a few things and be done with it. But now I’m addicted.

Plus, those of you who might remember my Twilight’s Fancy necklaces…well, they’re coming back. I am still gearing up to get those listed. They take a little more time than some of my other stuff, but they’re worth the wait. Good ol’ Twyla from the Talisman Bay Series by Ashleigh Raine is still making necklaces. Oh hell yes, she is.

In fact, right now, she’s making ribbon choker necklaces with some of her beads (all those trays next to the thread spools). I swear she’s addicted.

I’m also making purses. A few months back, Jen calls me up because she was heading to my place so that we could go to a New Kids on the Block concert. I was making a bunch of noise in the background:

Jen: What is all that noise?

Me: I’m making purses for us to take to the show tonight.

Jen: You’re making purses. Okay.

Me: Yeah, it takes you about an hour to get here, I needed a purse for tonight, so while you’re on your way, I’m gonna make ones for both of us just ’cause I can.

Jen: Oooooookay. (She understands and doesn’t think this is strange in the slightest, of course.)

Me: Yeah, when you get here you can decide which one you want because they both go with what I’m wearing.

Jen: Sure. See you in an hour.

I’m still using that purse I made. It’s one of my primaries. I love it to pieces. So simple, yet so handy. I’ve made a whole bunch more using that same pattern, different material and different trim.

I’m gonna go see what else I can build. Today being a Friday, I’m trying to spice things up a little. So far, the grassy green tea has helped, but I need to build something. I’m itchin’ to make another signature Twilight’s Fancy necklace…the beaded kind with more than three dangles. Yeah, one of those.

Simply Awful

I mentioned earlier that I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy… And that’s why it hurt so much that it happened to one of my best friends.

Welcome to Eddie’s attic:

The firefighters had to cut two holes in the roof. Fueled by boxes of carefully wrapped glassware and dishes, the fire burned its own hole.

Again, some very, very nice vintage stuff was lost in that fire. When he and I were up there digging through the wreckage, it was a small pleasure whenever we’d find one of a set of 12 glasses or bowls or plates that survived. Occasionally, a set of 12 was reduced to 6, sometimes 2. Although, I don’t think there were any sets reduced to zero.

He also lost several wooden lighting fixtures. In one case, the glass part of them had gotten so hot it’d melted. So surreal. And let me just say that one of the worst smells I’ve ever experienced was in this attic. The mixture of charred materials plus mold and mildew was utterly horrid. I got used to it after a while, but then about 4 or 5 hours later, I started to feel ill so I had to go downstairs.

Those bikes used to be show-quality. Yeah, bad day. Very bad day.

But…he found a smile when he told me that not all of his replacement parts had burned up. He could rebuild those bikes…and I’m sure he absolutely will.

What I learned from seeing this happen to Eddie:

Life is far too short not to live it, love it and keep as much as I can of it in the “now” rather than the “some day” because “some day” may not come in time.

Very Big Job

When I walked up to Eddie’s house, I was somewhat surprised to see how intact it was. All greenery outside was either completely charred or scorched brown and almost dead. All the leaves were also sort of frozen in the direction the wind had been blowing the night before. I wish I’d gotten a picture of that. So surreal.

This was the side of his house where his neighbor’s was a total loss. In his personal junkyard, there were all sorts of mangled melted metal parts. Wheels, intake manifolds, cylinder heads, hoods, front clips, the list goes on and on. The only stuff that even marginally survived were all the headers. (Go figure!) There were some differentials and other large bits that can be rebuilt, but in at least one instance, the axle tubes had melted. I’d never seen anything like this. So many original factory vintage parts… *sigh*

He met me outside and explained that the attic was what had caught on fire. He’d floored it out a few years back so that he could store some of his incredible collections of Mid-Century Modern stuff, bicycles and various other interesting stuff. An ember or two had blown in and ignited the whole thing.

The fire department blasted it with water and filled it full of foam in order to keep the whole house from going up. When I walked in, the ceiling was on the floor.

I didn’t really know where to start and since Eddie had lived in that house for more than 20 years and had zero intention of moving…well, this was gonna be a big job.

But I was up for it. Eddie is the kind of guy who’d help me if my house had burned down, so I spent a month neck-deep in soot, mildew, all the yucky-ness that goes along with picking up the pieces after a fire has ravaged a house. I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy, either. Just the smell of something burnt takes me right back to his place. It was awful.

But these pictures aren’t even the worst of it.

What Happened

All rightie… You’ve met my friend Eddie:

In mid-November of last year, a huge fire hit the mountains behind his house. It was all over the news. More than 500 homes were destroyed or severely damaged.

His was one of them.

He’d been at my house for a barbecue and a movie until about 10:40 PM or so. As he got closer to home, he saw the smoke. The wind was crazy, but being the kind of guy he is, when he couldn’t drive all the way up to his house, he parked his car and walked…figuring his house was probably already gone.

It wasn’t.

The fire department wasn’t there yet, but several yards were on fire, fanned by super-high winds. Eddie got out his garden hose. If it wasn’t for his quick action, his neighbor’s house might have gone up. He put out some debris that was scorching upward, licking their eaves.

On the other side of his house, he has a rather large collection of vintage car parts for 60s Corvettes and Camaros. A pile of tires had caught fire.

He tried to put it out but then his other neighbor’s house became fully engulfed. (The fire was so hot, aluminum wheels, intake manifolds and heads were reduced to puddles while fiberglass hoods became bizarre piles of fuzz.) There was no stopping this blaze. He ran inside his house and grabbed a few things as the fire department arrived.

They almost didn’t let him take his other car that was in the garage (a ’66 Corvette [the coupe version of the convertible I have]), but there was no way he would’ve left that car there. When he drove away, he figured it’d be the last time he’d see home sweet home.

We heard from him around 2AM. He called to tell us that he was okay, but that his house was gone.

The next morning, we learned that his house wasn’t entirely gone… Well, yeah it was, but no it wasn’t.

I drove out there to see if I could help. This is my car parked across the street from his house. Notice how utterly barren those mountains are. In 2003 when a blaze came up to my back fence, there were still a few bits of green and brown on my back hill. This fire was far more ruthless.

Eddie needed help now, not next week and I was glad to oblige.

Forgot about these…

This new year is off to a great start. I am 98% done cleaning out my sewing room. I’ve never seen so much carpet on the floor in there! That last 2% of clutter to be organized is gonna take a little while. I’ve come to the conclusion that I have far, far more ribbon than I’d initially thought I had…which means it’s gonna take that much longer to spool up. Oh well. It’ll be done soon and I’m gonna take some pictures because no one will believe that the room was ever so tidy.

Hey, I was taught that a creative mess is better than tidy idleness.

Okay, okay, so a “mess” does not mean tornado carnage, but still. I love to do what I do and I especially love that I have a room dedicated to it. I swear I’m one of the luckiest girls on the planet.

Today, I was going through some pictures in preparation for posting the unfortunate adventure I was on during the latter part of November and early December and discovered a few images from the night before everything went way wrong.

This is me:

And I love to make shortbread cookies…by hand.

Hey, I do what I gotta do in order to get the job done!

I dunno. Those were just such a surprise to find with what I’ll be posting about in the coming days.

See, the bad adventure wasn’t my own. Meet my best friend, Eddie:

He’s the kind of guy who’ll go anywhere, do anything, whatever, because we only live once (in this incarnation anyway.) If I can’t sweet talk my husband into going to a silly event in Hollywood, I call Eddie. Actually, it has gotten to the point where I don’t even really try asking Jason anymore. I know what the answer will be. He’s been friends with Eddie since junior high and can vouch for Eddie’s sense of adventure.

(In fact, it has been said that there is no way in hell that I could sweet talk Jason into going to a New Kids concert with me, but Eddie…? Well, not only would he go, he’d make it a point to have fun one way or another!)

So, when bad things happen to good guys, it’s…well…it’s just downright unfortunate.