You should have seen the post I just wrote. But you won’t and you’re welcome. Lord. God. Almighty. That’s southern for – I mean I can pull out a soapbox and go 90 miles an hour towards pure nowhere. For 2 hours.
The gist was about the over “curation” of the self -or the lack of care about the self too. The fact that I’ve just typed “the self” twice is a testament to my ability to think too much.
I’m not sure how fancier people than I do this – this life changing, self changing, world revolving stuff and still have a personal public business. I’m not cut out for having a public poker face -that’s what makes me charming damn it.
Recently I’ve been thinking about how I had the proper plan. 1 + 1 = & all that. Now I’m looking a bit more disheveled. I’m willy nilly. I’ve got a half formed schedule. I’ve got a dream. I’ve always got a dream. I’ve got 5. And I’m throwing them all together in the vase. Blackberries and nasturtiums and eryngium and roses and dahlias and lambs ear and twigs and green blueberries and squash blossoms and junk. That sounded too pretty. But it’s ok – give it 2 days and it will decay a bit and look more like the fifth season.
that’s what I’m thinking about. That’s what I’m designing for. That’s where I’m headed and I hope I stay in that boat for a while. I circle back around to it eventually -the idea of daily wear. Purposeful wear. Things that have been made with care but that have been made to be used. I need my clothes to be like my pots. Sturdy enough to be used everyday but charming enough to be loved to pieces.
shop update soon. happy friday. thanks for hanging in.
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