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Friday.  It's been a very busy week.  I wrapped up a fabric collection for Spring 2014 that was due in June.  Last week I sent off the final edits to the printers for the two patterns that I had planned for February.  Juliana left for Brooklyn early Tuesday morning after a very, very good stay at home over the summer.  Her last year at Pratt (!!!)  Oh how I remember that start.  Gah.  Time.  Tuesday was also Bela's 12th birthday which was noted with her first cell phone.  Her fingers have been on fire ever since.  Her birthday reminded me to send my Dad a long list of all birthdays for his 13 grandchildren so he can remember them.  I did that.  I also sent him this link, because he has taken to calling our little Mary Anna Louisa, Mary Lou.  Which I think is quite sweet.  I like that he has his own name for her. 

Juliana called me from her Brooklyn rooftop while drinking a beer by her lonesome yesterday as I finalized the last of the new fabric prints.  We talked about the summer.  How things have changed.  How I have changed.  Hard to put a finger on it.  But one thing.  I am not so hard on myself.  Maybe you're finally giving yourself a break, she said.  Everything just got so hard.  So out of control hard.  Too much.  And I cannot pour myself completely into work as one might because I stop every few hours to nurse, and care and rock and consider this sweetness of a person in my life.  And I am excited about projects but they do not consume me as they have before.  We agreed maybe now I am normal.  That enthusiasm is all art really requires of you maybe.  Maybe.  Not your every available drop.  I wonder if this will last, and what that will be like.

I realized sending off my artwork to the mill today that I am wrapping up the last of the projects that were put down a few months ago. The last of the overdue projects.  Everything now is new.

Which is nice.  I like new. 
I am thinking of the possibilities.
Have a good weekend. xoxoAnna