Well, I am happy to say that another one of my designs have been accepted by a yarn company!
I’ve just mailed off the completed garments from the other yarn company and working on swatches for a few more submission deadlines coming up.
It feels good to have some work to do and get paid for doing it. Like my Theatre teacher often told me- “The only real difference between a professional and an amature is a paycheck”.
The interesting part about all this is trying to get my Boy Toy to understand the whole process of me being paid to play with yarn.
Boy Toy: So, let me get this straight. You draw some shit on paper, turn it in to some company and they pay you for it?
Liver Chick: Well, that’s part of it.
Boy Toy: So, I could get paid for drawing shit?
Liver Chick: It’s not shit. I draw pretty pictures.
Boy Toy: Okay, so lets say I draw some pretty shit on paper and send it in,….
Liver Chick: Stop calling it shit! Call it ‘stuff’ or something.
Boy Toy: Alright. So I draw some pretty shitty stuff on paper and turn it in. Then they pay me for it?
Liver Chick: Say that five times fast.
Boy Toy: Pretty shitty stuff, pretty shitty stuff, pretty shitty….
Liver Chick: No. You actually have to ‘make’ what you draw and give instructions on how you made it so other people can make it too.
Boy Toy: Well, that’s easy. I’ll just give it to you to make.
Liver Chick: Oh, how nice of you, honey. Make me do all the work while you get all the money? I don’t think so. If I do the work, then I get the money.
Boy Toy: No, that’s not how it works. Remember, we’re married. What’s mine is mine and what’s yours is mine.
Liver Chick: Um, I think that’s my line, honey.
Boy Toy: No, I remember specifically in our vows that you are to honor and obey me and give me all your money.
Liver Chick: Maybe those were the vows you heard when you got drunk and married that hooker in Vegas, but that is not how it goes in this house. If you get a design accepted by a yarn company then you’re gonna have to pick up your knitting loom and knit it yourself.
Boy Toy: But honey, you love me. And you suppose to do nice things for the people you love. So, if I get a design accepted, you’ll do it for me, right?
Liver Chick: Only if you agree to clean the toilets for a month.
Boy Toy: Never mind.