I began listing things this evening, and I somehow found myself strolling through my inactive listings. I won't even tell you how many there were--lots are deleted now though. But there was a ton of stuff I have no memory of ever having listed. This cuff bracelet, for example:
|I really had no idea it was ever listed.|
|But here it is, with terrible photos and terrible, nonsensical color.|
|Seeing it like this, I remember having dip dyed it and feeling like it was properly processed.|
This cuff was something I got back many months ago from Fall Hill Bead and Gem, where I have some things on consignment. I traded in some new things for old things. I stuffed all the old non-sellers away to deal with later, and I recently dealed with this cuff. I used Rit color remover--soaked it for about 24 hours.
The whole cuff transformation thing is making consider the notion of 'processing.' Sounds abstract and cliche, doesn't it? What I mean is: how the processing *itself*--the time it takes, the elements it meets, the transformations, the wear, the forgetting about, the remembering, the repeating of things--is integral to the creating. It's like a cheat sheet of time and wear. There's something that strikes me as unholy about it, and that's kind of its appeal in a way. Because it's just so fashionable to have things that are described as: unprocessed, raw, natural, organic, clean. You truly have to scrap all of those ideas in trying to give something a sense of authenticity, even if trying to incorporate those very ideals in. It's a paradox.
when I was writing a description for some altered hemp in my supply shop. Here's what I wrote:
The hemp started out as plain brown, good quality commercial stringing hemp. To alter it, I used color remover, then a wash of brown dye, giving it a golden brown tone; next, I sprayed it randomly with black fabric dye while it was still wet, giving it a mottled, dimensional, and age worn look. The wet treatments remove any traces of wax or binding agents used in the stringing hemp, giving it a rougher, raw appearance; however, it is still strong and soft to the touch.
It sounds nutty to describe the process. I pretty much tried to undo all its doing. Of course it all makes sense in context. I guess deconstructing the whole thing is pointless.
Anyway...I have tons more destash and curated strands up in my supply shop. I'm starting to sell at a fair clip, and it's a nice surprise. I really had the idea that it would be nothing but tumbleweeds like my vintage shop, which sometimes gets 2 views a day. I'm just going to let everything expire and close the thing up.
I also have some new jewelry listed and some ready to be listed:
These below are my favorite. They're so Star Treky I may have to keep them. Time will tell.