Why? Why do I fuss, tinker, putter, figure, ponder and generally drive myself crazy with certain things. Barbie shoes have a market value of about 3 dollars on Etsy. I just bought a boat load of shoes for my mom from Hong Kong. They were a dollar and that included shipping.
My first thousand or so shoes were a fail. I tried making a mold of her foot from clay, a mold from foil, I tried free hand. With repel gel and without. Nada!! But I get stubborn about certain things and by George I was going to get some shoes on those useless and eternally tip toed bipeds.
Finally after lifting up my head off my desk, wiping the tears away and pulling the clay from my hair I got enough of the pieces of my mistakes to fashion them into a wearable (but not quite yet pretty) shoe. It will do. Once I have the formula (hands rubbing, evil cackling) I can do it again...better, stronger, faster.
I'm keeping it under wraps for now as I am contemplating a magazine article on how to make them without scratching your own eyes out.
It's good though, something new. New neurons firing. Something to take me away from my toppers so I can return to them willingly instead of bored and tired. I am even fool-heartedly designing my next pair. When we meet again let's hope I still have all my hair.