Who doesn’t love spooning?
This week I’m ordering custom fabric swatches from Spoonflower. My photo designs are being transferred onto fabric in order to create custom pillow covers for an eco- friendly hair salon in Ashland Oregon. This coincides with the art exhibit I currently have at this location.
*If you are not familiar with the amazing powers of Spoonflower custom fabric printing, please go check them out-the possibilities are rather mind blowing.
*Although this is an idea I came up with several years ago, it has taken me some time to realize it. My real goal is to become a go-getter, a maverick, and to jump on ideas and make things happen. I have always admired people who do this. My list of unfinished projects is daunting. Sitting on things for a long while & missing opportunities (past habit) has begun to depress me. Chronic illness has seriously hijacked my creative
My new goal:
Grab the bull by the horns & not let pain or fatigue symptoms control my career or plans of success any longer.
-The sudden loss of my best friend at age 53 last month shocked me into realizing that the clock is really ticking. If I don’t make things happen (& soon) nobody will. I literally spent my 20′s- 30′s ill & waiting to feel better-and grieving the loss of a diving/traveling career. Then, these past two years-beginning with the death of my aunt, followed by 18 months alone at home in the dark, on a couch, highly medicated, in pain, with migraines & surgery…. just when I start to feel better, my best friend drops dead of a heart attack-
Oh, Jesus take the wheel & give me a lobotomy…
So now my boyfriend is unemployed from a 9 year job. My car is broken again.
All I can do is laugh and cry. Never have I felt so free to live fully, dream again & say with conviction ‘it’s going to be OK-probably better than ever before-because as long as I am off that fucking couch again-life is good.
I am fixing all the broken electronics. I am finishing all the unfinished projects. I have cleaned out my closets (please see my etsy store ) I am grieving my losses but moving forward with ideas that have been hibernating & threaten to burst loose. I have written letters to people I lost touch with. I am hanging art that has sat in boxes. I am planning big. So fucking big it might scare people. Especially myself.
I am buying a dance pole very soon.
And thank you Roy-you are a warrior my friend-and you taught me to be one.
For this I am so fucking grateful!