It seems like I have been trying to write this piece on what I have been doing making trinkets to put on the refrigerator, or hang about a person’s neck, or catch the eye from the rear-view mirror of a rig for a couple of weeks now. It cannot be more that fourteen days.
I worked as a laborer all my life. Now that I am a retired laborer, that paycheck is not there every two weeks like it was before, and life is getting more and more expensive even without the added pleasure of getting old and decrepit, so once again I am taking a stab at my merchant side with a product that comes out of my hobby of dysfunctional art, objects removed from their purpose.
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Playing with bits and bobs of stones and minerals that I have found along the way will help me relax and network with people as I work on my prose. I need to develop my prose into a professional interest. I have been paid for my poetry, so that makes me a professional poet. As I have said before, poets are a dime a dozen. My job was picking up and disposing of the solid waste that people sluffed off from their attempts at educating and being educated. They used to pay me to deal with their garbage. The pension and Social Security are more static in their nature of once a month and there is not much growth, unlike the exciting and growing nature of garbage.
My van is now street art, or my store front window. I picked it up at a surplus auction about fifteen years ago. It has been mobile storage, transport, and my tent when I am out digging garnets. The sign in the window points to my blog. If you see something you like and want to talk about buying, leave a comment. We can talk about it, and you might get to hear a story. I could use a couple bucks here and a couple bucks there until I can turn prose into a few dollars more. It seems a little more reputable than a tin cup on a street corner, and I really do not think I fall into the go fund me category just yet.
For the time being, let’s just say that when you see the sign “Trinkets”, think in the terms of costume jewelry. I am making little items to fill out a costume, a story you wish to tell, ice breakers for starting a conversation. The “Etc.” part of the sign is something that I will fill in as I grow up and figure out what I want to be.
I can use feedback, so feel free to just say hello.
Trinkets
It seems like I have been trying to write this piece on what I have been doing making trinkets to put on the refrigerator, or hang about a person’s neck, or catch the eye from the rear-view mirror of a rig for a couple of weeks now. It cannot be more that fourteen days.
I worked as a laborer all my life. Now that I am a retired laborer, that paycheck is not there every two weeks like it was before, and life is getting more and more expensive even without the added pleasure of getting old and decrepit, so once again I am taking a stab at my merchant side with a product that comes out of my hobby of dysfunctional art, objects removed from their purpose.
Playing with bits and bobs of stones and minerals that I have found along the way will help me relax and network with people as I work on my prose. I need to develop my prose into a professional interest. I have been paid for my poetry, so that makes me a professional poet. As I have said before, poets are a dime a dozen. My job was picking up and disposing of the solid waste that people sluffed off from their attempts at educating and being educated. They used to pay me to deal with their garbage. The pension and Social Security are more static in their nature of once a month and there is not much growth, unlike the exciting and growing nature of garbage.
My van is now street art, or my store front window. I picked it up at a surplus auction about fifteen years ago. It has been mobile storage, transport, and my tent when I am out digging garnets. The sign in the window points to my blog. If you see something you like and want to talk about buying, leave a comment. We can talk about it, and you might get to hear a story. I could use a couple bucks here and a couple bucks there until I can turn prose into a few dollars more. It seems a little more reputable than a tin cup on a street corner, and I really do not think I fall into the go fund me category just yet.
For the time being, let’s just say that when you see the sign “Trinkets”, think in the terms of costume jewelry. I am making little items to fill out a costume, a story you wish to tell, ice breakers for starting a conversation. The “Etc.” part of the sign is something that I will fill in as I grow up and figure out what I want to be.
I can use feedback, so feel free to just say hello.