What if I admit that making beautiful things is my full time job? What if gave up this pesky habit of occasionally looking for a “real job”? What if I admit that the “real jobs” are my escapist fantasy which I occasionally succumb to? I’ve had a business since 1997, operating at various levels of sustaining full time to happy supplemental income. It’s time to reclaim the real job, the hard income-producing work, as the creating and selling of beautiful goods. It’s not a hobby. It’s a lot of hard dirty work, and often only fun when I start, finish and actually sell the piece. Someone’s gotta do it.