Push came to shove

Well, after denying reality for a month, it looks like I'm going to have to get a job. A real, out-of-the-house job that pays really, really well. There's a couple in town that I plan on applying for, but I'm not holding my breath. If I have to work at a job that pays minimum wage, I may as well work 2 just to make ends meet. I hate this feeling of defeat and have almost convinced myself that it was a massive mistake to quit my newspaper job.

And I've changed my plans for the crafty-like stuff I'm going to hopefully produce and sell. I've decided that I'm going to make bags.

Quite the change from the graphic design plans I had yesterday, I know, but I know I can make (design and sew) bags for sale. I'm going to do reusable shopping bags to begin with, and then move on to lunch bags, messenger bags, kids' bags... it is entirely possible that making and selling bags will be more profitable than graphic design.  Keith thinks that one could lead to the other, and it could... I guess. Once I get the hang of screen printing, I could - theoretically - design my own prints. I also need a bigger workspace to do screenprinting as we live in a tiny, 700 sq. ft. 60+ yr old house with virtually no storage. It's awesome. (I do like my house, but it is small. I fear I will end up on Hoarders one day because someone will mistake our stuff for a severe mental disorder.)

I just want to be happy with what I'm doing. I like being at home, taking care of Maddy, but I have to be productive while I'm here. And until I start getting paid to keep house, I guess I'll have to face facts and start the job hunt. Again.