Special Announcement

Now that I have your attention, let me tell you what’s going to happen here at Pieceowork.com. Starting in October, Pieceowork.com will be the blog and news feed for my Etsy shop: JBH Vintage Handmade.

It’s taken me a long time to deal with things after my parents’ deaths. Pop left photos in all shapes, formats, and sizes. I have files of every slide taken between 1960 and 1983 when he retired and switched to totally digital. I’m offering downloads of some of these files for you to use. Pop was the first official photographer for the US Capitol architects’ office. As a professional, he could make vacation snaps look good–and he did.

The year before, Mom left sewing machines, fabric, pattern books, and a whole lot of things we didn’t know what to do with. I took what I could work with and looked at it for a while.

With JBH Vintage Handmade, you’ll get the opportunity to see and purchase some of the photographs as file downloads, prints, and his final project, photo-ceramics. Almost every photographs fits both the vintage and handmade categories.

I’m using Mom’s machine (not vintage, btw) and combining our stashes of 100% cotton fabrics (most of which ARE vintage) to offer a variety of small, useful objects: shopping bags that zip into their own pocket, jewelry pouches and rolls, fabric boxes and bowls. It’s a loving collaboration I call Random Acts of Fabric. The stash isn’t organized, so choices are made on the fly, the way I used to do any quilt project.

I hope you enjoy my offerings. This is where I tell some of the stories about the photographs and family memories.

Never Leaving Home

So, I’ve done what lots of people dream of in their cubicles, the thing the pundits say is the new work economy. I work from home as a freelancer. On the one hand, it is nice to be able to roll out of bed, log in, and be at work. On the other hand, it is hard to know when I’m really working and when I’m goofing off.

My current gig has specific parameters but my highly-honed Puritan work ethic (does anyone actually know what the Puritans thought about work? probably not. I suspect they were just as disenchanted as lots of us.) keeps me online many more hours than they are willing to pay me for. Sometimes those hours are spent waiting for the distant smell of someone’s hair catching fire, or worse yet, just waiting for anything to happen.

Since grade school, I’ve been one of those people who gets an assignment and does an assignment. So, my assigned work is done and I’m spending time waiting for the esoteric part of the job title — project manager — to kick in. It never fails to kick in. It does tend to wait until I’m ready to log off and go downstairs to clean out the litter boxes or do laundry.

All this waiting and wanting to do my job keeps me locked in the house. Inherently, this isn’t a bad thing. I’m not fond of people en masse. Listening to the guy humming to songs on the other side of the cubicle wall, being subject to every virus on the east coast by dint of a door-free work environment, overhearing the woes and discoveries of all an sundry…while it can be entertaining (well, minus the virus thing), it doesn’t help the actual work. Problem is, without all those distractions, I can get my work done faster. So, here I sit. Waiting for someone a hundred twenty-five miles away to sneeze.

Time to work on those stories I’ve let sit. Time to write more stories. Time to catch up on my reading. Time to get out of the house.