You can count on it

Everyone has a number.

• Your number comes up (eventually).
• you can be called on a number.
• you do number ones (or twos - hopefully both)
• you live at number something, something street.
• There are a number of times I can talk about numbers before you begin to think I'm a numerologist or the Count.

If you recall a movie with Jim Carey in it, he found the number 23 was recurring in his life - it was a code - or something, I don't know I am not a memorologist - look it up.

I too have begun to have Noir-esque moments of number paranoia. My enigmatic number?
The number...two.

It could be that I like symmetry, it could be Numerophobia (real!)It could be that I watched too much Sesame Street as a child.

Scientifically it is me noticing the number more than I notice others, but scientifically that is a boring explanation and I'd rather think that it is hunting me until one day we have a final show down and then my number (2) will be up. Perhaps literally, depending on how I croak. 

Here is the number two waiting for me outside my house

In the insidious way that number two stalks me, I now have two dressmakers dummies. The excitement about this is ridiculous!I know it is all part of a number conspiracy that will end in my demise, but for now, I can make two dresses at once! In fact I can now make dresses ranging from size 6 - 20! Which is more than 2! take that number 2!

And now finally to my point which is that I will be taking proper orders for dresses just in time for spring and summer through the Arte Factum shop.
Proper, tailored, choose your material, suit your shape dresses! It means a proper photo shoot is in order, and getting a list together and not freaking out when I have more orders than time to make them (if all goes according to plan).

But plans, like all things, have a way of doing their own thing, so at least I know there's a number of things that can happen to derail it...as long as it's not ...TWO things!

 yay, dress candy

retail space - The final front ear

Excuse me for popping back into your lives with a sporadic post - like an eighties flash back, an estranged aunt home from finding herself in India or a neighbour who only wants to talk about themselves over the fence while you try to escape to your car politely

But a new frontier has opened for the Forest Flaw which combines Space and time!
That's right, some serious science shiz going on! Discovery has opened a new boutique for local makers, which means I have a SPACE to sell my things at the place where I spend all my TIME. see what happened there? And scientists get all the glory, pssht.
Now, I think I have become rather pragmatic in my old age, becoming a whole new and improved me; not counting chickens, playing it cool before I do something stupid, even counting to ten before I open my big mouth.
But 'eeeeep' I just know this combination is going to work!

New me is scared that I am biting off more than I can chew, that I will wear myself down to a nub of post-human barely functioning due to lack of sleep. But OLD me is jumping around the kitchen making bow ties and whirling together dresses and cushions like Mary Poppins who has a host of helper birds flying in the window (N.B. reality is helper cat who chews all my material and helper dog who tries to eat helper cat). So I will continue to make, It's in my DNA, whether I will reach my dream of creating half of my time and working for the other is yet to be seen - for now, this is pretty close.

!ETYMOLOGY LESSON FROM LEFT FIELD! Today's word: Frontier. late Middle English: from Old French frontiere, based on Latin frons, front- ‘front’. So what i want to know is, where did the 'ier' come from? Is it possible that it is to listen in a new direction? to boldly hear where no man has heard before? to go where you may never be heard from again? I think this is all rather plausible. So I'm calling it retail space - the final front ear. makes cents to me.

Not space - dinosaurs!

Helper cat worn out from material chewing