Open Hands

Sometimes it takes me a while to really listen to what I’m hearing.

It turns out I really enjoy helping people spruce up and build their Squarespace sites. 

It is a fun, slippery puzzle to figure out how my clients want their websites to feel. How to help them get to that point. To give them an outside view from above, before diving in to pick out what’s the truest parts, to polish and shine the website until it reflects their message clearly. 

Websites are a big deal, they go deeper than social media, they give us a platform to dig deep into what makes us tick, what we want to share with the world.

I want to help you shine through your site, let’s get started.


Thank you so much for your invaluable work, time and love on my website!

Your intuitive guidance, gentle nudges, and skill gave me a website that I love, and that I would never have been able to put together myself.

Brandi

Harmony Farm


“I tend to ramble my creative genius all over the place in what I call off-road communication. Cat was able to raven within these rambles a clarity of my voice and my offerings. Her ability to hear the greater message in between the words of my truth and orchestrate an organization that made sense while retaining style. She really listens, and is incredibly fast when there's a task at hand. I am so grateful I took the plunge to get her help with my website. “

Nissa Howard

nissahoward.com

Newness

A new camera, new dials and features... learning how I see through a new lens, luckily we had a quick trip to the mountains scheuled, and found a stunning architectural depot full of wonders, delicious brunch cooked by dear friends, and a refreshing pint, as well.

Returning from afar

Oh my cocoons, it has been a long time since we talked.

I both missed these creations, these creatures... and didn’t miss them at all at the same time...

This September I picked up my beads and needle again. A trade with a brilliant artist, I finally was (gently) pushed to finish a cocoon that had been languishing away, three-quarters finished, waiting to find her home.  I was glad to finish the stitching I had started. I thought I would turn back to wool and beads.

Then I didn’t.

Was I finished with these sculptures?

                I didn’t want to admit it, even if it wasn’t true.

I realized lately, as the unadorned cocoons hanging in my studio began to whisper to me, that I had been avoiding them because of grief that was inadvertently attached to them. They carry emotion so well, these beauties.

The weekend before my beloved Kelly Call suddenly died, I came back full to the brim and eager to create after taking a brilliant workshop on wet felting sculptural forms. To say the wind was knocked out of my sails begins to scratch the surface. A too-short 6 months later, Kelly {Umberdove} Clark died. The progress I had made walking back to felted stitches was lost.

These blows of loss did more to my creative freewheeling than I knew. I buried it in sewing dresses and weaving. Practical beauty, repetitive in their rhythms, comforting and safe. Painting with watercolors was the closest I got to the deep-down parts I used to be in frequent touch with, via my cocooning meditations.

So.

The truth was found.

Now what?

New cocoons, that’s what. Two forms that have been waiting patiently for their adornments. A large, opalescent cocoon, cavernous. A small, comforting dusky indigo.

This is how I restart this journey.

 We’ve rested long enough.

Come with me, won’t you?

Lily

The Lily Tank Top

Individually dyed, hand-cut bias tape, raw silk

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Named after my sister, who I love to the ends of the universe. 

Versatile, breathable, wear it out with jeans or dress up for your job interview

An introduction, of sorts

I'm going to start writing a newsletter, dear readers. 

Something to share that's harder to miss, a place for me to tell you about new work, sales, and other interesting things. 

But in order to do that, I need your help. Would you share your email with me, and perhaps, forward this page along to a friend who may enjoy it too? Just click the image below and enter in your email on the next page

I'm looking forward to sharing with you.

Much love, 

Cat 

Springing

Growth season is upon us! For those of you in the south (hi! me too!) spring is starting to make its slogging roll in to summer already. The daffodils have folded to the peonies, the rhubarb is stretching to the sky. A little too soon, if you ask me. I'm a cool weather gal, give me all the woolly layers, tea and baked things, thanks! *

Either way you feel about the warmth, I find myself caught up in the rhythm of it all. With each season change, reflections, ruminations and planning starts to ramp up. I am growing, we all are. For myself, art making is growing. Both in an emotional well-being state, and into a business I'm proud to call my own.

When I sit down to think about the changes I've been shifting into, all of the wide-narrowness of growth comes into focus. And then it goes right back to blurry. And back into focus, and so on. I know what I want. I want to create clothing, home goods and art for everyone, at every level. I want my art to both boldly challenge and whisper to its viewers. I want my clothes to empower and comfort their wearers. I want my towels to wipe down counters and make people pause in their dish drying to see the moment they are in. To feed people food that makes them close their eyes and savoir the moment of memory and flavor.

The challenge: how do I accomplish all of these things, and still maintain a semblance of balance in my life? I work at an office during the day, and really enjoy spending time with my husband and friends. The house still needs to be cleaned, yoga stretched, meals cooked, and let's not forget the art I want to be making 24/7!

Doing my best to get all of these things done can feel like an endless race. I admit, it gets exhausting, but it's getting better. The projects that call to me strongest are answered first, instead of what 'everyone else' might want. I'm learning and relearning that if my heart sings while I make, the song will catch other's attention on its own. 

*not that summer has EVER kept me from baking! I have a rhubarb pie calling to me from the garden... gotta go bake, bye! 

Seeking Light

Initially, this piece of fabric was motivated by two simple thoughts:

  •  To use up a giant cone of mystery yarn
  •  To make curtains that provided privacy without sacrificing too much light (we just got new neighbors after over a year of the house next to ours being flipped...)

It began simply as an experiment of creating a fabric that would let light in. It began to turn into a battle of wills. I wrapped the yarn around the back beam in the wrong direction twice. The yarn itself was a bigger pain in the ass to work with than I expected, slippery, stretchy, generally ill behaved. I was making shuttle-throwing mistakes and found a few threading ones... It was becoming a mess. 

I considered cutting it all off and throwing the whole thing out.  It became more complex, each time I let an error or slip stay in the fabric.

Instead, I decided to accept the mistakes, the missed threads. I embraced the fact that human hands made this fabric would show loudly. I changed from twill to a plain weave whenever I wanted. Double, tripling the yarn on the shuttle so that there would be thick and thin bands running across. I realized, after a while, that this simple experiment was turning quickly into a piece of art right under my nose. It was becoming more complex, the less I worried about doing things 'right'.

It became thick with meaning and metaphors. We do not know what our lives will be made of. I do not know what kind of fiber this yarn is made of.  

It is unevenly woven, with thick and thin spots.  Our lives are thick and thin, full of energy and goodness. Worn to gauze with grief and over-action. Stitched up with care and love, buoyed by the support of loved ones.

The pattern changes, seemingly at random. The way we move through present into the future is always changing. As we make adjustments and decisions the path and patterns we walk change. Each decision made to change the shuttle, the treadling {to our lives} changes the pattern. So what seemed random to start with really made sense all along, we just couldn’t see the bigger picture.  

The fabric is hidden on the front beam as it is created, the beginning hidden from the end.  If that’s not a beautiful metaphor for life, I’m not sure what is. When it is pulled from the loom, cut and tied off, washed and held up for inspection, the whole picture is revealed.  

Errors turn into knowledge gained. Patterns changing signal growth and Truth. Knots are healed and healing scars. Fabric is draped around the body, around the home, to add warmth and protection.

 

When I finished the fabric, it had already named itself.  

The Shroud of Living.  

A little morbid, perhaps, but so is life, at the end of it, we will be wrapped in shrouds. 

I cut the fabric in half, and stitched it into curtains.

Death is everywhere, let the light in to the dark places

I hung them in our bedroom, keeping our lives inside a safe place, yet letting light shine in.  

This fabric has taught me. I am grateful and am eager to keep learning.

Back to the studio, to making, for me. I will always go back to this heart-space, it is home. 

Fivers

People always ask how I get things done. "Five minutes here, five there" has be come my quick, truthful-yet-sarcastic answer. It got me thinking the other day. What can we accomplish in five minutes?

No- that's not right. 

Here's a better question: What can we start in five minutes, biting off little pieces until something is finished? 

You need two things to do this. 

A timer, and an activity.

That's it. Here are some things I do

Fivers

  • Doodles, it helps to have everything ready, notebook open, implements ready (currently on my desk, watercolors)
  • Stitches in art or to repair clothes
  • Sit still and breathe/meditate
  • Iron out fabric you remembered to pre-wash before cutting into (see also- prewash your fabric)
  • Trace a pattern (or just a few pieces of one)
  • Rinse cherries/seasonal fruit and enjoy slowly (this will take more than 5, depending on size of bowl/deliciousness of fruit)
  • Mix flour, water, starter so you can bake later
  • Dance
  • Fill/empty the dishwasher
  • Sweep the kitchen floor
  • Brain dump writing into notebook
  • Small exercise (Plank holds, movement, etc)

The beauty of a timer is that it takes the pressure off worrying about time.

One minute can feel like five, five like thirty, thirty like hours. There is only one rule: Do NOT check the timer. Just work up to the chimes, don’t stop unless it feels good to you. Trust the timer, it’ll go off, and yes, you can keep working. Or stop, and move on to other things.

Trust your choice.

New dresses

Here are some finished dresses and tops that I haven’t really shared here yet. All are on the same mannequin. She’s got a 36” bust, so you can see how flexible sizing really is! Each piece is made of raw silk, hand-dyed, and sewn by me. The dresses have pockets! 

Small/Medium

Large, hand-stitched vintage paillettes and beads

Large, dyed with indigo

Medium

Lotuswei and the Flower Lounge

Sometimes I get to be apart of something magical. When Robin connected me to Katie Hess of Lotuswei, I knew this was one of those times. She was gathering people together, to share the joy of flowers, meditation and ancient wisdom. The group that would be guiding the experience needed shawls. Meditation shawls, expansive, dyed to the colors they are called to. BIG swaths of raw silk, to wrap around them, to hug their spirits and shoulders. 

It was an honor to be a part of all of this beauty. 

Thank you, dear ones, for letting me join, and for allowing me to share these photos. 

The Flower Lounge

 Flower Lounge *Love* 

Flower Lounge *Love* 

As you explore Katie’s site, be sure to listen to her podcast! It’s now quite a favorite of mine  

 Flower Lounge *Love* 

Flower Lounge *Love* 

 Shawls hanging to dry, waiting to be sent to their new homes

Shawls hanging to dry, waiting to be sent to their new homes