We have been quiet, but busy. Today was for planning and sorting. We have more dying to do in the next few weeks to get ready for our very first festival.
Here is a sneak peek at what we will have to offer at the Historic Morganton Festival in Morganton, NC on September 7 and 8. Look for us on the courthouse lawn.
Health problems and weather have finally given way and I have been able to get back into the garage and start experimenting again. These are “warm-up” shirts, exercises in color mixing to get back into the groove. Plans, oh, do I have big plans now! The challenge will be to get the images into my head translated into fabric. I have started to name my custom colors mixes after friends who have made particular requests. In the mix up there you will find Zim’s Purple and Tom’s Yellow. Let’s just hope my notebook survives the splattering. I still have Technicolor hands.
These are what is left of the last batch of 6. I am flattered that friends grabbed the others before I could photograph them. The one on the far left with the big red spiral is already spoke for but the other two are available for adoption.
Middle shirt, purple and green, Fruit of the Loom me’s size large crewneck. $25 includes shipping and taxes.
Right shirt, dropped spiral, FOTL men’s V-neck size 2x (I think it would be fun as a woman’s sleep shirt) $30 includes shipping and taxes.
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Fly your flag, peeps! Full speed ahead and damn the torpedoes! Much love to all of you.
I went for a screening EKG yesterday and was told that it looks like I have had a heart attack; one of those silent, sneaky ones that tend to happen to women; especially postmenopausal diabetic women with polycystic ovarian disease. I have been referred to a cardiologist and expect the lecture on losing weight, taking statins, and exercising. Trying hard not to freak out too much (no pun intended) but my immediate reaction is, “Well ,no wonder I have felt like crap for so long!” and trying to come up with a plan to manage yet another chronic condition. I was very sick all last fall, 3 straight months of one damned thing after another, knocked flat on my back, and I am just now recovering. I think the infarction probably happened sometime then. I am trying not to be too paranoid about thinking that every twinge is angina now.
Ironically, a friend who was practicing her Reiki nailed it many months ago. She said she felt something going on with my heart and I blew her off. In addition to all the physical stuff happening last fall, there was some serious emotional turmoil as well. I have often said that I felt like that particular person ripped out my heart and stomped on it. I had no clue that could be taken literally. In spite of the emotional pain, he acted as a catalyst for my growth and dredged up some long-buried crap that I needed to face and clear out. It wasn’t pleasant, but it was productive.
On the dying side (after all, isn’t that what this blog is supposed to be about?): It has been frigging cold here. Snow flurries and snow on the mountain tops yesterday morning and very windy, which causes the cold to bite through to the bones. Typical Spring weather in western NC. I am itching to get back into the studio, got some special orders for friends I need to get done. And a bit of a whine here; standing on cold concrete in an un heated garage is not my favorite thing to do, even with a kerosene heater.
I have bought a planner called The Freedom Journal, which is specifically for those of us who are trying to be self-employed. I have committed to spending 2 hours a day minimum in the studio no matter what, even if it is just sweeping the floors and cleaning. Dying is a messy art. Wish me luck folks, and send good vibes. I need all the help I can get and being accountable to you will go a long way toward me getting stuff done. My goal for the next 100 days is to get all 60ish of my blank shirts dyed, photographed, and posted on Shopify. Stay tuned.
Much love to you all. Stay warm.
Update: Ice storms, rain, Nasty weather. Cold garage and a stinky kerosene heater. Still moving stuff around and cleaning up. Illness.
But I have shirts and I have dye. Not progressing as fast as I want, but I guess this is a prime opportunity to practice patience. Feels like I am spinning my wheels and getting nowhere, but I know better.
I am enjoying my vacation from Facebook. My anxiety and annoyance levels have dropped dramatically.
I am still working on the studio, getting organized and cleaned up. We had a cold snap with temps in the teens and a couple of days of snow that made working out there impossible in spite of having the kerosene heater going full blast.
I have signed up for free business classes offered by the local Chamber of Commerce starting in February and continuing through March and have connected with some photographers who have been very helpful in advising me about product photography.
I have a meeting soon with a local business about doing some stuff for them.
Still looking for an online store. Maybe I am being too picky.
More to come. Stay tuned.
I know this doesn’t look like much to those of you who live further north. My house is on top of a ridge on a very steep hill. My road wasn’t cleared for two days and even after it was cleared the steep part of the hill was still ice since it does not get direct sun. Cabin fever, anyone?