The last several months have been ripe with daily discoveries in my work, my motherhood, my hopes and my art. Failures. Frustrations. Joys. Fears. Unreasonable hopes, and many almost-just-right successes. Since we opened Craft South in May of last year my schedule has been free of the more predictable format that the previous ten years have enjoyed. In most sentences the word "free" implies something good. Here, well, I suppose it is all a matter of how you look at it. I am learning so much about what it means balance family and work. So much. I thought I knew, and then I realized that I had no idea until I threw a really heavy weight on one side of that scale. For months, I have been pushing my foot down on the family side as hard as I can to weight the scale in favor of the people that I love, but not lose sight of the work that I love. I suppose the greatest goal that I have is that the family can support me, and that the work will support my family, not just tangibly, but as a positive force. That is it, right? I think so. I am so very grateful for both, but which of us professes that gratitude of motherhood while you are being puked on? No hands? Right. Well, I suppose the work gratitude is the same. It does puke on you. Then later you realize how lucky you are to be puked on. What was I saying?
Since 2009 I have written a January recap of the previous year, and this year, I just could not muster the strength to see 2015 for what it was..... it seemed so many years all in one. Our family life with all of it's ages, directions, personalities seems to have grown bigger than any summary I can attach to it.... my work life too, has sprouted arms and legs and is running in directions that I am still trying to have the lung capacity for, but I remain engaged and excited about the changes. I suppose I am still learning how to succinctly talk about it in bits here, and like many of us, I am trickling so many words and images through Instagram on an almost daily basis that I wonder about redundancy and all that. I guess, placing thoughts here, is not redundant as much as it is just a different investment, and all together different piece of writing to look back on... and maybe less affected by the .25 second attention between the finger swipe of all the other images and words and #s. Ahhh. Slow. Down. Us. I love Us. But I want Us to slow down.
If I CAN attach a single thought to 2015, and even the past few months, it is that I was forced to realize how much slower and in person is good. My home became free of an online shipping process that made it belong to my family in a way that it has not since 2007. That made each moment here a more dedicated moment. So even the work that I invest in my home studio is now quieter, albeit busier with the addition of Craft South. But that place, which is just about 10 minutes from my house.... it is a place for me to walk into where I engage my own craft and that of others in a tangible way, that is not a screen or a hashtag, or a FB post or an IG promotion. Craft South is people and processes that I can see, and smell and hear, and feel a part of. So the work and the home are better because of 2015. Not easier. But better.
I have been fortunate to take part in several interviews in the past months where I got to take advantage of the long format of reply to questions from women that I really admire. And we also made a little bio-doc of Craft South that I am really proud of. Here are links to all of them:
I hope that the investment in the places above helps if you miss me here. When I am conducting my days, I often think about this place and the voices that have so kindly responded to me here since 2006. And the collective support that I still feel, despite my long stretches of silence, is a meaningful part of my creative conscience, so thank you for that.
2016, so far so good, you. The image above reflects a very nice reward for the years of investment in my career and my family..... it is me as the proud mama of a gorgeous, talented girl, who just presented her first collection of fabric with Free Spirit while we were @ Quilt Con last week. Miss Juliana, you are a rare and wonderful person, and you can do whatever you wish with your gift, because it is an honest and beautiful gift. I am so happy that I watched your first official introduction to this industry on my mother's birthday. I know that she is so proud of you, because I feel it pour right through my heart to you.
(and happy birthday to my dad today, too!)