First, BIG NEWS!!!
First improv quilting workshop is on the books this April!
I’ll be doing a one day workshop with Studio Two Three that goes through the process of improv quilting, some history of the craft and encourages folx to share the stories that make them who they are!
Click Here to sign up for the workshop!
This is the first of many workshops and demos in the works so keep up with this lil newsletter to know when things are happening and where I’ll be posting up with my sewing machine!
So here we are again. Standing at a door that should’ve been closed sometime ago. Letting out all my good air.
We’re healing. Living our dreams for the silly goose of it all and making a way out of no way. Feet hurt, the path is confusing and we wrote the directions down on a napkin that mysteriously disappeared the moment we put the pen down. We keep on. Keep eyes fixed to what looks like the finish line but every once in a while, there’s a little detour. A door slamming or a car breaking down or a “No” that tells us that maybe we should hang it up. (Is this analogy a house or a race? Doesn’t matter, just stay with me.)
I had taught myself to believe that believing in myself was all or nothing. Like I had to stand ten toes down on every single choice I made. Mistakes? What’s that? I needed to be perfect or as adjacent to it as possible so that I didn’t have to face the fact that I was afraid of trying. Afraid of failing and making mistakes. I was really scared of opening doors only for the knob to disappear when I reached for it. So I just stayed safe. But what did it get me?
Anxiety, stunted growth, a curated instagram and a rug worn threadbare from pacing about how I didn’t say thank you to the lunch lady in 5th grade?
Once I allowed myself to be real, like a real life person that has emotions and feelings, it became a lot easier to also see myself as a better and happier version. Like I had to believe in happiness to think I could be happier, ya know? It’s a circle.
So what does this have to do with anything? Where do the windows come in?
When you start to believe in yourself, you realize that the doors and windows are being opened and closed by you. Like don’t get me wrong, the -isms and the phobias definitely make the doors bigger and the windows heaveire but at the end of the day, it’s on you to push.
So push.
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