It’s been about a month since I wrote here, and I’ve been thinking about what I want this little corner of the internet to feel like
I’m still making things. That part hasn’t stopped. There have been brooms, apple heads, little dresses, pockets, beads, and all the small details that take over my worktable. I’ve also been learning to quilt. I’m figuring it out as I go, one seam and one new question at a time, and I’m letting myself enjoy being new at something
I just haven’t felt much like documenting all of it
Somewhere along the way, sharing the work started to feel like another job attached to making it. Take the picture. Make the video. Find the words. Pick the sound. Keep showing up so people know you’re still there. And I realized I don’t want to play a part in the social media scene. It’s not my bag AT ALL!!!!! I don’t want to turn my worktable into a stage or feel like I have to prove I’m creating by showing every step
I’m perfectly happy for people to find my art. That’s why I have a shop. I love knowing that a broom or one of my Worry Women might land with someone who sees something in her. I just want to make the thing first. I want to follow an idea while it’s still tugging at me, without stopping every few minutes to think about how to package it for a post
And honestly, I’m curious about what happens when I let myself do that
I’ve spent so much time with broomcorn and crooked sticks, old crafts and the stories that grow around them. Now I’m learning to quilt, and there’s a whole new world of fabric, color, and figuring things out waiting for me!!! Some nights I might want to work on a broom. Some nights I might sit down at the sewing machine. Some nights I may start something I haven’t even thought of yet.
This winter is going to be long, beautiful, cold, snowy nights and me creating. Period. No agenda, no rhyme or reason. Just what comes from my heart
I’ll share the work when I want to share it, and it’ll be there for people to find
Until then, I’m going to put my phone down, pick up whatever is calling to me, and make in peace