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. 

Coming True

If you've been following me on social media, you already know.

I've added to our household.

Might I introduce you to Ms.Bennet? She's a Baby Wolf Loom, and new to me, I think she's about 10 years old, but who's counting when you work perfectly?!

Smitten is the word I've been using, but it's not enough. Watching the pieces fall back into place after not being used for 10 years, feeling the rhythm develop in my hands and feet, watching the fabric grow... it has been magic making makery.

 

I even did the 'homework' suggested in the book I'm using to brush the cobwebs off with a smile on my face! Now I'm on to my first scarf, and already it's full of love and mistakes, I can't wait to finish it!