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Last Chance, Loves

I've reopened the shop, full of last year's best. 

This is the last chance to bring these home online. After February's page is turned, they'll go to Beadlush or Boris + Natasha, or Gumbo (Next to Okra Yoga). Three lovely Charlotte shops I'm honored to partner with. 

In March, I'll be back with a new collection. One celebrating quiet power and deep love.

If a piece calls to you, but you can't afford it all at once, please feel free to reach out to me. My email is crbabbie {at} gmail.com.  Or use the contact form on the About link above.  Let's see what we can figure out. 

Can't hurt to ask, right?

I want my work to be in the world. I can not do this without you. Let's make it happen.

All love,

Cat

Work Life

In which I think about my day job and where I want to be, and come up with a ton of metaphors. (And wordy, grab your tea, this is a real-life mirror biggie.)

It feels like a wobbly balance beam a lot, the play between working a day job, and working a joy job.

Having a life outside of the office, spending hours away from home to pay the bills in a short cubicle.  

Short cubicles are not my favorite thing.

Making in my studio is one of my favorite things.

 

I have a day job. It’s where I am right now (not physically, but life-cycle wise- you know what I mean.)

I have a night and weekend job too- creating in my studio. Leather bags, woven scarves, sparkling cocoons, this is the place that makes my heart sing.

There’s also this thing I like to call a social life.  I’m an introvert by nature, but I do love my people. I like spending time with my family and friends near and far, and take what chances I have to do so. 

The studio is where I recharge.  Where I am mostly alone. (I find one is never truly alone with cats in the house.)

So how do I find time to recharge when I get home, have to make dinner, talk with and enjoy my husband and kitties? Sometimes it’s the choice between drinks with a friend and time in the studio.  Others, my husband tells me sweetly to go work in there already.  Sometimes I stay on the couch and we watch movies together instead of me listening to them from the studio.

I miss that room every moment I’m in the office.

 

I take photos on weekends and late at night with crappy lighting.

 

Cocoons are stitched on during lunch hours, scarves dyed and woven in slips of time here and there. A little tap-tap of my maul on leather after dinner, painting early on a Saturday.

 

It’s hard.

 

I’m working to be more. More myself, more of a maker, more of an independent artist.

 

Applying to shows and galleries. Connecting with other artists online (hi guys!). Trading notes with local makers. Writing, drawing, working, photographing, posting shop updates.

Then I wake up, and drive to work.

My bills are paid, our home is secure, and I don’t have to worry about it so much. That part is nice.

The time away from what I love on the other hand… It’s getting harder.  It motivates me to work on my art more. To hone my skills, to take that leap and send the scary-exciting emails. I’ve made some rock solid big and small steps this year to move closer to becoming an independent artist.  It’s a long slog in low gear. I know I can do it, and I have help and support from my friends and my patrons. This slow roll is building momentum, and I am ready to move when the time is right.

And oh, when it is right!  

Sometimes when things are extra draggy in the office, I’ll spend a weekend working like it is what I do every day. Wake up. Tea. Paint. Tool. Weave. Dye. Stitch. Felt. Whatever needs to be done, is done.

Those days are the best type. Fun, soul-filling, it’s a rehearsal for the coming show. The steps are still being practiced.

I’ll be ready when the day to change gears is here. I hope you’re along for the long haul with me. 

Fruits of Intention

Remember this post, where I talked about working with intention? Here's what I have to show for it, from the leather bench.

 

The Honeycomb cuff, when your sweetness needs an edge, and your edginess needs to sweeten.  This one is special. I'm not going to give it a snap until it is claimed, it will fit it home. 


Flying Feather Cuff. A traveler's companion, a feather dancing in the wind, making it's own journey, away from what's known, and towards the greater light.  Created for the daydreamers, adventurous, path cutting people, and those who need a lightness in their step. 

Quiet Ferns. For the forest in your heart. The roots in your legs, the breeze in your hair. 

Keep making. 

xo