Do you ever feel like taking a blogging retreat at a different blog, perhaps at an older one, in order to vacation from another? It has been some months since I have written on Faerie Boots and Foie Gras, having been immersed in (the wonderful adventures of) doll blogland over at Bonne Nuit Designs, and by golly, I miss it.
Last night, I dug through the clutter to find the dusty old key to the front door of FB&FG, stepped inside, threw open the windows to the virtual sunshine and breezes, and fell asleep among the blog’s fresh linens and lovely white bed curtains, dreaming of the wonderful stories of Francine and Rose, the beautiful flowers, and cooking smells to be found here.
I have been away, and while challenged by the difficulties of a mismatched work environment, illness, the goofiness of the world, car accident recovery, and joblessness, I immersed myself in art making, hoping to make some new sustainable connection with the economic world, and find some refuge from the cold hard realities that had let themselves into my world, uninvited.
The results manifested as beautiful photography, wonderful, soulful characters created by hand from cloth, clay, and papier mache, two beautiful little self-published books, a new blog, some delightful sales, lovely new blogging and doll-making friends, and a dream-come-true holiday window display of my work in a storefront downtown at Christmastime.
But, as with most things when focused on nearly exclusively, such immersion into one main activity can cause one to become a bit lopsided. And so it was, with a slight lean off-center, that I began to leave the studio more frequently and find my way back to the kitchen where simmering pots of vanilla-honey rhubarb sauce and oven-baked anise butter cookies announced my contented presence. I also found myself pulling weeds at the feet of spring garden blooms and shoving my nose into their petals and stamens at every chance, and a dying computer aided my withdrawal from the business of art and back into the art of finding balance. I began to tip back upright.
It was with such rejuvenations that I began to think about this ol’ blog and how it was a collection of recordings of a more well-rounded self and an easier relationship with art making. While visiting here these last couple of days, I feel as though I’m on vacation; like I’ve kicked off my shoes and curled up on the comfiest couch, sipping iced tea while my cares and concerns flutter off with the warm summer breezes coming through the windows. It’s like being at the Maine cabin where my Sweetie and I love to relax and not feel pulled in one direction or another to meet some external demand placed upon us, but rather get to enjoy more of the things that really matter to us.
So what am I saying about art making? Or about blogging and Bonne Nuit Designs? Will I blog here? Will I blog there? Will I blog at all, or choose instead to linger in life’s pleasant tangible realities, like braising farmers market fingerling potatoes, rediscovering the art of writing letters by hand, and making papier mache projects simply because I like to or only to sell at craft shows? Not everything in life can or should be defined as one or the other. And if there is a decision to be made about my future activities, I am not ready to make it,
What I can say is that I felt compelled to write here tonight, to be in this environment, and to reclaim a delightful sensation of coming home to a broader view of my own self. I plan to vacation here for a while, and rediscover the many wonderful things to be found here, perhaps with some new blog postings to boot.
As I sat today to begin work on a custom doll order for a lovely friend, cutting out skin fabric the color of chocolate, I delighted in being connected to doll making as an activity mingled in with kitchen activities, book reading, and life housekeeping needing attending to. Everything in moderation, they say, which is what I find here at FB&FG.
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Good night from here…