BIG NEWS! As some of you may know, about a month ago I moved to Nashville from Texas! Though I really miss the Lone Star State, I am loving Nashville. A few weeks after the move, my dad called me up to let me know he would be flying through Nashville on his way home to Texas for the weekend. It worked out perfectly with my schedule for me to be able to meet him at the airport and fly home! He picked me up in a beautiful Cessna 310 (a twin engine “small plane”) and we began the three hour flight to Texas. Most of the flight was spent smack dab in the middle of the clouds. Now, I’ve experienced this view from inside a 100+ seat commercial airliner…but from the cockpit of a tiny plane? Completely surreal experience. We had originally planned on spending a full day in Texas and then flying back, but due to some pretty torrential storms moving in, I only had a couple of hours and a night at my parents house before flying back. It was such a special treat to visit my family and spend some time in the clouds with my dad. See you soon, Texas.
Growing pains are rough, and not just the kind that you get when you’re 13 years old and wake up feeling like someone put you on a medieval stretcher. Though, that is sort of similar to what I’m talking about. The past couple of weeks have been pretty tough for multiple reasons. Those reasons have compelled me to look at my life, at who I am, and evaluate if I am living as the best version of me. The answer came quickly, not in a demeaning way, but in a “you could do better, you SHOULD do better” sort of way. I realized that I have been failing to cultivate the relationships around me. I have been taking the people in my life for granted, all the while keeping them at a distance because that is much easier for me to control than to let someone in. Have you ever noticed that when you try to control everything around you it suddenly becomes less fun? Well. My art began to lack passion. My relationships became boring and surface level. I fought with my family. I was miserable at work. Nothing was going MY way, so in my mind that meant it was a failure. Not only was I trying to control everything around me, but I was comparing myself to everyone around me. My heart became bitter and sour because I was fixing my eyes on the wrong thing. I was in church this week and our pastor brought up the subject of comparison: “God has made us and created us to be ourselves. We aren’t supposed to be a version of somebody else; we are supposed to be the best versions of ourselves. Comparison fades away when we begin to seek the Lord and be known by Him.” It can sound cheesy, but man oh man, is it the truth. Not a week before that sermon, I was getting dinner with a new friend after a particularly rough day and she spoke similar words. We get so scared of being ourselves, turning out like our parents, or repeating our past that we forget that there are beautiful parts of ourselves that are so worth loving and embracing. I would rather be the very best version of myself than continue to fight to be someone else. I want to trust and love the people around me, not continuously push them away.
I have decided to push forward and spend more time with the people I love while doing the things that I am passionate about. All of this is going to look very different than it did before, with one of those differences being that Woolgather is going to be heading in a different direction. I will be creating art on an absolute one-of-a-kind basis under my own name. This means that I will no longer be offering wholesale/consignment agreements and will be shutting down my online shop for the time being. This may sound strange and counterproductive, but I assure you, creating art and not just a product is something I feel very strongly about. These changes are going to allow me to spend more time with my friends and family, creating thoughtful pieces, and getting to practice some of my other hobbies (taking ballet in your mid-twenties is hard, you guys).
I am so incredibly thankful for the friends, family, businesses, customers, and complete strangers that have supported me these past few years. You guys mean everything to me and I love this insanely creative and caring community that I get to be a part of. I will continue to post inspiration and life happenings on this blog from time to time, so I hope you continue to follow along.
“I am seeking,
I am striving,
I am in it with all my heart.”
Vincent Van Gough
I had my first real life New York experience last weekend, and let me tell you, it was something else. Also, I realize I am about five trip recaps behind on here but….baby steps. I flew in to NYC last Friday after missing my first flight by ONE MINUTE due to a truck fire on the highway and then having to catch a later flight. Memory making, you know? Stepping out from under the subway into the middle of the city is going in my “Top Ten” moments forever. I was told to expect, or not expect, all sorts of things about New York but nothing will ever compare to experiencing the city for yourself. We explored all over, got lost in Queens, visited The Met, ate donuts in Brooklyn, caught the Staten Island Ferry, and made it back just in time for work on Monday. I understand now how people can live in the city for years and still not have seen it all.
New York, you are magical.
Well. I’m back! Technically, I have been back for two weeks but it feels like both a day and a month. I spent my week solo camping in north Arkansas, drinking lot’s of coffee in Nashville, and chasing after waterfalls in Middle/East Tennessee. It was nothing like I expected, but everything that I needed. I’ll try and get some photos up here soon. Maybe.
Sometimes we wake up and life hands us the opposite day than what we were expecting. Sometimes, life keeps throwing those days at us one right after the other. The past few weeks have been a winding road full of bumps and breaks. Even as I’m writing this my phone is humming with two completely separate, yet heart wrenching, text messages. The thing is, these last couple of weeks have also been overflowing with friendship, kindness, and the kind of laughter that makes your stomach hurt. In these moments of both good and bad we discover ourselves and what we are capable of. We remember the community that supports us, the family that will never leave, and the friends who promise to stand by our side. We push on through the bad days because they make us stronger. We remember that all moments are worth living because without them there is no growth or change, and they make us exactly who we are today.
“Some periods of our growth are so confusing that we don’t even recognize that growth is happening. We may feel hostile or angry or weepy and hysterical, or we may feel depressed. It would never occur to us, unless we stumbled on a book or a person who explained to us, that we were in fact in the process of change, of actually becoming larger, spiritually, than we were before. Whenever we grow, we tend to feel it, as a young seed must feel the weight and inertia of the earth as it seeks to break out of its shell on its way to becoming a plant. Often the feeling is anything but pleasant. But what is most unpleasant is the not knowing what is happening. Those long periods when something inside ourselves seems to be waiting, holding its breath, unsure about what the next step should be, eventually become the periods we wait for, for it is in those periods that we realize that we are being prepared for the next phase of our life and that, in all probability, a new level of the personality is about to be revealed.” – Alice Walker; Living by the Word
“There comes a day when you realize turning the page is the best feeling in the world, because you realize there is so much more to the book than you page you were stuck on.”
Currently turning pages, living life, and trying not to get swept away in a Texas sized flood. I will be heading out to Tennessee next month to visit friends and do a little camping. It’s the first trip I’ve made in a WHILE and it couldn’t come any sooner!
Constantly finding inspiration in the details. The simple braid, the lace overlay. That little something extra that demands a second glance. I just blew through the first two seasons of Vikings, so that might have something to do with my recent braid obsession too.
I was able to see the St. Petersburg Ballet Theatre perform Swan Lake in Dallas last night. It was my first time seeing Swan Lake and it was absolutely magical. My amazing mother took the train up to Dallas and entertained me by walking all over downtown for food and photos before the show. It was the perfect night and I’m thankful for a mom who loves and enjoys the ballet as much as I do. You’re the best, mom.
Winter has thawed and melted away and we are currently making way for thunder storms and warmer days. I’ve always taken this season for granted, but after thinking more deeply on it, I think it is one of my favorites. Spring is always a very whimsical time bringing with it green and bloom with warm days and crisp nights. I look forward to spending the coming weeks taking it all in.
These pieces are from the AW ’14 line by designer Phoebe English. Maybe I’m a bit late to the game on this one, but how can you not immediately fall in love with her designs? The structure, the sheer fabric, the layers. It’s all so good. These are the types of pieces that inspire me in every way, where structure and medium are given top priority in the construction of the garment.
Phoebe English, I love you.
In other news, us Texans are going through a bit of a crisis today as we woke up to a minor blizzard sweeping it’s way across our land. Highways were shut down, cars were stranded, and my brother actually had to go out and help rescue people from ditches because there weren’t enough emergency personnel available. We don’t know how to winter very well down here. I’m sure I’m in the minority when I say that I love snow, just as long as I’m not stuck on the highway with it.
You don’t want to read this. Well, there is at least one person out there who probably doesn’t. I’ve been reading a lot of articles on minimalism becoming mainstream and how it’s the next “hipster phase.” The funny thing is that these are the same people who once bought into some other trend at one point or another, though they aren’t going to be the first to admit to it. I’m here to say it’s okay. You are allowed to like whatever the hell you want to like, and if you ever stop liking it, move on. Beauty can be found in change, and I for one am very glad I have steadily progressed and evolved in my interests over the years. There is a type of “honing in” that is made possible as we mature and age. There are so many different definitions to a word like “minimal” or “folk” or “punk” or whatever word you are being defined by. Everything becomes a trend sooner or later, it’s one of the main ingredients in irony. You just have to stay true to yourself and keep on living your life. There are a lot of people who don’t want to read this. There are some people who do. But you know what? You are entitled to be you, definition or no definition. As far as the minimalism debate goes, there are many sides to this story. I’ve walked into a room filled to the rim with “minimalist” junk that probably costs more than mine and my siblings tuition combined. I’ve also seen someone purge their home with the exception of their most prized possessions in order to live a more minimal lifestyle. I don’t know about you, but I relate more with the latter. That’s just my life though, and if you are into something different, that’s okay too.