I just read about a woman who has made and sold 14,500 bars of soap since last October. She said she loves cooking so she cooks up bars of soap. Because she is inventive, she makes soap that smells like food. She says she loves making soap and I'm glad she does.I make handbags. I do not have a native proclivity for handbag making. When I tour handbag sites on ETSY and elsewhere I am perplexed. Why are the bags so large when the object is to carry as few items as possible? Perhaps that's not the object. Perhaps the object is to carry as much as one's back and shoulder and neck will bear so trips to a chiropractor are needed. But, why? It doesn't make sense. It's illogical. It's irrational. Why purposely do something damaging to one's self?
I make handbags because I have a philosophy about them. They should be smart, i.e., not weigh 8 pounds empty. They do not need tassels or enough chrome to enhance the grill of a 1949 Cadillac. They only need to carry one's necessaries and to do so quietly and efficiently. And elegantly - which is very important. I also believe they should feel good to one's hand and body. (Zip-stop nylon has its place, but lacks that comfy quotient.) I am not certain I love making handbags - it's more of a compulsion - so I keep myself entertained with jazz - Pandora. com - and DVDs - and Netflix' Instant Watchers.
I know that one should never do for money what others do for love. It's impossible to compete. I have no desire to compete. I just want to save the world. (At least the backs of the women of the world.)
