Scarves and Poetry Skirts

I just had a conversation with my friend, +Sarah Estes  about building a business.  It is a conversation I also frequently have with +Soreyda Benedit Begley  and my daughter, +Danielle Wittler
Afterwards I searched for +Gary Vaynerchuk  on FB and listened to his interview at Inc Magazine.  My brother, +Ray Zabielski gave me a much appreciated subscription to Inc. 

Gary Vaynerchuck said many important things.  What stood out the most was the importance of knowing our long term goal.  That has given me pause.  The one thing that I do know is that I want  to make art, sell my Truly Wearable Art , share Rodan & Fields  for beautiful skin and teach others to communicate creatively through stories and art.  At the Kentucky Craft Market, Mar 2-3 in Lexington, I will have a variety of scarves, art to wear and art for your wall or floor, priced from $24 to $1800.  Come early Saturday for the best selection.  Come late Sunday for the best "deal."  I intend to sell everything so that I can make more!

I just keep looking for the orange

I called a friend today.  I listened to her voice.  The words she spoke.  She is always so negative.  Not enough.  Too many problems.  Can't sleep.  Lonely.  It's always the same.  We are all struggling with these things I tell her.  Aging is managing pain.  "Do you use lavender on sleepless nights?" I asked her.  "Are you meditating?  Taking long walks?" I asked her.  Take one day at a time.  I just keep looking for the orange in the shibori dyed alpaca that hangs near the wood stove.  How did she become so pastel?  I evaluate my formula, my process.

 

She wants to come in so bad. I’ve seen her look through the dusty lace curtains. I’ve seen her float in the artemisia, but it wasn’t until the kiss that I realized how much she wanted in. I just keep looking for the orange—looking for it, rough and round, juicy and bright, pulling apart the sections, reaching for the seed, feeling the juice on my fingers, licking them, smelling orange. Maybe orange isn’t something you see, after all. Maybe it’s something you feel and smell and taste and swallow, and it fills you up with an excitement that’s impossible to push down, the way I try to ignore that I like to hear her voice on the phone, even though I tighten up and pretend I don’t.--The Garden Girls Letters and Journal

 Maybe it was the way her hair fell across her shoulders, or a look in her eye, or her voice—that voice, so soft, that sweetness, that purr, that caress with her words. Maybe it was her driven walk that pushed me forward to quickly open the door for her.--Garden Girls

While voices are often found in conversations with friends, my new stories are found in fiber.  The softness of alpaca and merino, the shimmer of silk.  Each palette a new story.  My son had a friend who was dieing.  He asked me to create something soft for her to wrap around and keep her warm.  Something earthy he said.  I never knew her.  I think of her however, every time I use these colors.  I think of him and his sensitivity.