Every time I finish a piece I get this odd feeling in the pit of my stomach. It’s a mixture of pure joy, admiration, sadness….
Throughout the entire process I’m typically doubting myself. Picking it apart. Talking about everything I hate about it. It may even set me back a few days because I will walk away from it…hating it. I do each piece a little differently and sheer terror goes through my being thinking that my client may hate it just as much as I do at that moment.
But then I’ll realize I’m getting way too close (or past) my shipping deadline and I suck up the nonsense and just finish. And the moment I finish and pin it to my mannequin, Kali, I clench my teeth in joy and probably could cry.
I love it. I don’t understand where the doubt comes from…every. single. time.
Then I realize she is shipping out and I’ll never see her again. Unless my happy client overwhelms me with photos (I wish they would!) It’s like giving your puppy up for adoption and the new owner never sends photos. I want a photo every time you wear the damn thing!
I’m even offering giveaways or discounts for just sending me photos now.
Here she is
She’s got a couple button options. Yay to the reversible button!!!
So there… Hopefully you understand the roller coaster of emotions.