Sometimes people will come in the shop and say, “Do you have a card for _____?” And, of course, I have everything BUT that. So I was thinking I could make something ambiguous that might fill several needs:
It’s the way you….
~hold my hand when we walk
~pick out the perfect birthday present, even when I haven’t asked
~let me cry when I’m sad
The card is blank inside, so you can write whatever you want.
But, this could also go in another direction…
It’s the way you….
~leave your coffee mug on our wooden table all day
~drag me to your parents’ house when I’d rather stay home
He he! It’s all in the message.
I think a lot about fear. Fear of flying, situations, world events. Sometimes it’s crippling.
I also believe in stories. The stories we tell ourselves help us learn, live, and relate.
The phrase “the courage to own your own story” is one I’ve seen for years. But lately the words have resonated even more. It is far too easy to believe what our thoughts tell us is truth. To me, figuring out my story means letting go of rigid memories, thoughts, or beliefs about my past or who I am.
Fears can block us from being creative, pursuing projects, and even putting ourselves in new situations. I mentioned to someone that I tend to be a person who leaps and then looks for the net. But the last few years, not so much.
Now I am working my way back out, and that’s freeing.
Last week I took some of my letterpress printed cards to a lovely gift store in town called Heather Boutique. I am really delighted they are going to carry my line. (That sounds cool, doesn’t it? “my line”) Yesterday I began working on a series of 5×7 posters, inspirational and motivational, to frame and sell.
But I want to keep my focus. I began printing the words I wanted to see on my own walls. Now that I’ve begun to sell them, I want to continue that, not be swayed by what might sell. What matters is doing the work I care about. And that’s my story.
I love working on teams, sharing ideas, making something happen.
Truth is, I am more of a big picture person than a detail person. But sometimes things happen because someone says, “Why don’t we try…”
Recently I worked with a friend, a graphic artist in town. I printed some cards and passed them along to her for watercolor touches. Wow, I was impressed. I LOVE the work she did.
Sometimes I wonder why it took me so long to realize how much I like making things. Getting my hands dirty, playing with ink and type, this keeps me going for hours. I wish I’d been able to study design, the weakest link in my process. But I’m willing to learn, put in the time. It’s the problem-solving that keeps me going….
I have loved making real connections online since I began blogging ten years ago. I’ve ended up with running friends, teaching friends, and now letterpress friends all over the world.
The other night a friend from Australia (whom I’d met online and subsequently in person) tweeted me, and we chatted for a few minutes, catching up since we’d last seen each other in D.C.
These days, I connect less with teachers and not at all with runners. But I’ve discovered another community that feeds and supports me in many of the same ways. Letterpress printers. Whenever I have reached out, someone has been there with help.
Tonight I was reading about rubber mats that can be placed on presses to help the printing process. I was confused so I called Fritz at N.A. Graphics in Colorado to see if this was something I could buy. No, he said. They are for Vandercooks (my dream press, by the way).
But then he took time out from his busy day to ask me questions and offer some possible solutions to my problem. Tomorrow when I get back in the shop, I’ll trim my tympan paper and the rest of the packing to be sure it’s not causing the platen to hit the rails and not allowing the platen to touch the type fully.
He also suggested a “thumb test” to be sure I’m getting appropriate inking from the rollers.
I love this problem solving– made so much easier with good friends and folks willing to share so freely.
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This is it.
All the snow we’ve had this year.
Now, I’m not a snow person. Give me a beach, warm sun, and cawing seagulls anytime.
But I do love the occasional snow day, the tucking in, the lazy sit-in-front-of-the-fire day that is usually unexpected and a delicious surprise. So I’m waiting. And waiting.
In the meantime, my energies are going to Valentine’s Day cards for the shop, more volunteering with Fredericksburg Main Street, and working with young folks after school on writing and writing strategies.
I’m trying to be patient.
I love the sky late in the day. Here, I caught the sun lighting up the trees on the river bridge behind the studio. Often the clouds melt into pink cotton candy. And then there’s the teal blue water reflecting off the setting sun at Turks and Caicos.
It’s my favorite time of the day, especially when I’m alone or deep in thought. Annie Dillard says, “Spend the afternoon. You can’t take it with you.”
I read this today online– and it has me thinking…
“Ego says, ‘Once everything falls into place, I’ll feel peace.’ Spirit says, ‘Find your peace, and then everything will fall into place.’” – Marianne Williamson
From Brain Pickings…
Design, at its core, thrives when a human being cares enough to do work that touches another — it doesn’t thrive when it gets more “efficient.”
I never want to stop learning. Yup, that’s what I learned.
When my hands were full of ink and my new press was giving me a fit, I had few moments of angst. But I wanted to figure it out. I’m not sure I was a learner when I was younger, but the adult me loves to problem solve.
I also learned:
Let’s see what 2015 has in store……