to my collection. I haven’t seen this scarf printed yet. I’ve placed an order though. It’s one of my favorite photographs that I’ve ever taken. I shot this one week after my 50th birthday. I didn’t intend for the title—fading beauty to sound like a lament of any kind. I truly find beauty when things are “fading” and changing. Although I miss a few things about being younger, I was fine saying goodbye to my forties. I like my fifties…so far anyway.
I wanted to share the image. Here’s the link to my site.
Every year I have such grand intentions of how I’m going to show my love to my family and friends and every year I fall a short of my intentions and beat myself up a bit. I’m no longer going to miss out on the little moments of the season because of things I DIDN’T GET DONE. That’s bullshit.
This year, I’m forgiving, no celebrating myself for all of the great ideas I’ve had and didn’t accomplish. It’s those little moments with our loved ones, people in line at the coffee shop, grocery store or our bartenders for that matter that make the holiday special anyway. I’m going to be jolly and generous like Santa out in the world, that just sounds fun, right?
So now it’s December 19th and I’m putting one package in the mail for a very special little girl who will more thrilled than anyone on my list to receive a package. I will tell the people in my life I love them and not think twice about what I didn’t get done. Tonight, a Christmas lights drive with my family and spaghetti at our favorite family joint.
Have a very Merry Christmas and be ridiculously kind to yourself this year.
This weekend is a Pop Up Shop at Maglianero Cafe in Burlington, Vermont. I will have a few one of a kind clutches and evening bags for sale. Stop by if you get a chance. With all of these talented women selling art, fused glass, jewelry, tote bags made from coffee sacks and ideas for garden design, there’s sure to be something to check out for everyone.
Here’s a peak at a few of the clutches. I think you would have as much fun carrying them as I’ve had making them. They really are a piece of art to carry your phone, cash/cards and a lipstick when you’re out on the town.
November 13th & 14th at Maglianero Cafe/Burlington, Vermont I’ll be selling a few one-of-a-kind handbags along with my LEVITY 7 design collective crew and their creations. My bags are inspired by Frida Kahlo and have a one-of-a-kind, independent spirit about them. I will be posting more as the date draws closer.
I was thinking this morning about what I’m often willing to put off until I am: better prepared, thinner, rested, educated, mentored…you name it. What if a formal invitation arrived in the mail to do some of the things I want to accomplish in my lifetime?
I know the invitation is pretty absurd. What are we waiting for though?
Maybe a formal nudge from the Universe is what’s needed now?
Thank you Emily Post Institute (headquartered in Burlington, Vermont) for helping me with the language for my formal invitation from the universe. Here’s the link for your etiquette questions. http://www.emilypost.com/
I recently ordered some batches of leather scrap. The colors are just gorgeous. I am working on some bracelet prototypes using leather scrap and plumbing supplies. Now to just figure out how to use it all. I love taking something commonly tossed and turning it into something new—my favorite creative theme. Who knows what else will come out of all of this stuff?
The word “custodian” is my new favorite word and I want to share with you why. I was recently in a discussion about why my creative work has any relevance whatsoever in a world that has so many challenges. I always struggle with this. Should I really paint, write, make jewelry and shoot photographs when so many people are hungry, sick, sad and lonely?
I was then asked two questions:
1. Why were you given these abilities? 2. What could your creative work do to make the world a better place?
As I pondered these questions presented to me the word “custodian” surfaced. LOUDLY.
This word to me is a beautiful, humble mantra/prayer to be called upon often—someone who keeps and protects something valuable. I started thinking about the custodians of my high school when I was growing up—Edith and Andy. I used to go to school early to do my homework and talk to them as I sat in the hallway finishing up assignments. They were humble, thoughtful people who kept and protected my school. Custodians…
Being the custodian of our talents is necessary to allow them grow. If we choose to NOT be thoughtful custodians of our talents (whatever they may be) we are not holding up our end of the human bargain.