Tempus Fugit, Salvage style

New arrival in the shop.

The 27th of March will mark my one year Etsyversary, and with only 5 items away from 100 sales I couldn't be happier. But I have been thinking...what's in a name? You see, originally I wanted to call my shop Sparrow Salvage, but I didn't realise that when you sign up to Etsy, your username is your shop name and it can't be changed. So I stayed with little brown sparrow. I named my blog sparrow salvage and left it at that.


But travelling along, I find I connect more with Sparrow Salvage as a name for what I do. Little Brown Sparrow I have become accustomed to as a name for me, since it has been my alter-ego moniker for some time -it's my Native American name, given to me by my mother at birth when a fat little sparrow alighted outside her hospital window moments after I was born. I'm not Native American, but it was a trifle of my mother's fancy and it stuck.


I registered the name sparrow salvage about a month ago, when I started to think about moving shops. I set up the new shop with categories (to represent a much expanded range) and a banner...and I intend to move there in the winter. About July, I would say. I only wish I could take my hearts and feedback with me, but alas!

I will still keep Little Brown Sparrow though, as a place for my art and photography...or as a faery shop. I'm as yet undecided on that.
This is the new logo (possibly) for Sparrow Salvage. I wanted the logo to be modern but ancient; Victorian, Medieval, rustic and simple all at once. I chose the winged hourglass on a bit of a whim...these past months I've been thinking about the idea of time- how we always seem to be wasting it, running out of it, killing it. The moments in your life that have passed you will never get back.

Me (on the left- nice pants!), my brother and my Dad. We're all so colour co-ordinated! Forget time, this is something you'll never get back- Dad in a purple cardigan.

I have an inner obsession with time- I'm terrible at managing it and can while away an hour in my head and have it only feel like 10 minutes. I'm always on at myself to stop buggering around and do something with my time, I'm never happy with what I've done with my day, always chiding myself I could've fit in more. I do get so easily distracted...

Anyway- I originally intended this graphic as a tattoo, but the more I look at this hourglass like a logo, it makes sense. I use remnants from time in my work (focusing on those which have the most markings of the Old Father on them), there will be a stage where I'll run out (antique textile is not in infinite supply!) and the wings are of course, the sparrow.

Tempus Fugit, kids. Go do something before it fugits out the window for good.