scenes from the studio
Yes, I realize these are all outside my space - the refresh has been a slow process in a whirlwind year so far and still only two walls are painted. I planned to take my time, so I'm not too upset about the two desks ordered and returned, the never-ending decision of what to do with books and fabric I won't use but are still beautiful and usable. The late nights (at least it's only midnight right now. I have a lot of hours ahead of me tonight.)
And yet, our collective hearts are heavy with grief, we're still in a pandemic, and maybe just a little re-activated from a youth spent in the existential dread of cold war baseline anxiety. (I was mistaken in believing that was behind me somehow.)
Last week in Tarot Tuesdays (weekly tarot journaling on clubhouse) my friend and fellow Magical Mom Halicue asked us to contemplate the 9 of Cups, which has a very ‘gather ye rosebuds while ye may’ feeling about it, so I think I'll celebrate with you just a few of the tiny lights in the darkness:
Facing mortality yielded some good introspection, for sure. Results from medical tests came back indicating that I will in fact still be here for a while. Good. I like it here and I feel like I'm just getting started.
The very loveliest group of students has been exploring how Sewing is Magic for the past month and I look forward to each and every Saturday for our 1-hour meetups.
I have some really interesting projects in the works including more sewing classes, a book proposal is in the works (I guess it's time for my every-6-years publishing project?) I'm helping to bring some sewing patterns into the world, facilitated a new patternmaker putting together plans for his dream jacket, and I'm building some systems to train an apprentice or two later this year.
I'll write to you again before next month, because I have some questions about whether Monet had ADHD, and I want to talk to you about processes and why sometimes it's so hard to look in the mirror when it comes to documenting operating processes.
In the meantime, take good care of yourself. Check on your GenXers who have been stoic long enough. Look at the moon and let go of what doesn't serve you anymore on Friday. That's what I'll be doing.
