• May 1st 2012

    My first hero. I was 12. She was 16. And we were total kindred spirits. Gal was so unequivocally unabashedly herself. She walked just as she was. That’s the thing about heros. They help you to be.

    And she came to Asheville with her lovely man today for a secret elopement. We’d made an olive silk dress and grabbed some flowers from the garden and they got hitched at the court house. And we were blessed to be there. We were blessed to be their witnesses. We were uplifted by our local officiant. Love. In all things. That’s the message.

    Deanna & Kyle. Blessings. May your road be filled with laughter & immense love.

    Photos & co-witnessing by Apple. (Ashley Fleetwood)

     

  • April 2nd 2012

    painting of the milky way by Miguel Cartagena. Look it up. It’s a really amazing piece – full of epic Inca myth.

     

    I was given an assignment. Write out your wildest most abundant business dreams. Wildest? Most abundant? What?

    It was a good assignment. I’m not sure I accomplished it well. My virgoan nature won’t let me let go and just dream large – too much. I’ve trained myself to think of success differently. Maybe I’m too old to just think of having a plethora of worker bees to help me. That’s a lot of pressure when you aren’t the only thing depending on your success.

    I relearned that I need space. Would I have more success if I learned to give myself that space without guilt? Also – I plan to work my arse off for a real long time. Real long.

    And I learned I have a driving need to create. In many forms. So I’ll be going to the ceramic studio a little later in the morning. I also realized that I am in the end, an old school designer. I have ideas for clothes, shoes, cups, plates, curtains, baseboards (did she just say baseboards? – yes.) If I had 300 more years I’d want to put my grubby little paws on it all.

    For me it takes a lot of time to learn a trade and then be able to allow room for my own creative process to imprint its style on that trade. It takes a while for things not to look clumsy. Old school. Years learning how to grow, card, comb, spin, dye and weave a fiber. Years. I would have been a great 18th century apprentice.

    In my wildest dreams I have a star factory. And we grow clothes that wrap around you and teach you how to be bold & courageous & compassionate.

  • February 24th 2012

    when the studio is blank and inviting. When fabric is lined up neatly in color-friendly piles. When the dress form is bare and the threads all perfect in a row.

    When it’s been swept and polished. I think I would have made a better butler than a gentle-lady.

    I check out when I’m over whelmed, you?

    I keep seeing these images of bareness, and you know – I want to get rid of every damn thing.

    I’m caught between ideas and slips of inspiration and creation and not wanting to lift an arm until I know it is the most succinct and graceful movement towards a purpose.

    Maybe there should be a room. Muted paints in a wheel of the rainbow spectrum. All my Things will line up inside their pie slice. And I will go inside. Pick out the one thing I’m looking for, maybe it’s a feather from an indigo bunting, and I will set it on my blank and freshly scrubbed table, and like a magician, pull from the air the finest silk chiffon and mold it into a dress for you.

  • January 21st 2012

    for so long I’ve wanted to stamp it. my look – on everything. yes. stamp stamp. create create. but i’m like a crazed squirrel running willy nilly after too many nuts showered from the heavens, or an oak tree…

    what? -you say.      oh you know exactly. -I say.

    half stamp – look to the left, carve stamp more, look to the right, carve something different.

    A little J bird said, Sabelle, that’s what they call me. Okay that’s what one person calls me & I like it so I’m going to use it This Is My Story, back to the point. J bird says, Sabelle, you’re Creativity from The Book of Qualities* and I said, surely not! Too big of a compliment. J bird – yes yes! but you are see?

    And she’s right  – I love all the colors. I love rococo art ladies with all their ruffles and flounces – for shame. I love modern Japanese design. nothing. bare. And I love a deep drink of red velvet. and I love unbleached muslin. I love dark detritus and curling and secretive and I love light so bright it hurts your eyes with dust flecks floating honestly.

    right this second I’m quite happy I gobble up all of it. Yes. Gobble.

    Range I’ll be calling it. Like all the colors and all their palettes on a wheel.

    *The Book of Qualities = the best book ever. My all time favorite. Chances are you’ve received it from me if you’ve known me for just 1/2 a min.

     

  • December 15th 2011

    And swamped. But here’s a peek into the atelier at night: