The creative and spiritual journey of a (textile) recycler. . .

I have thought about starting a blog for a long time now. I just couldn’t seem to get started. I thought. . what would I say, what would I do and really . . . . . who would care.

Last year I had the great fortune to witness a ‘happening’. As a spouse at a reunion (I know, groan) I was both an observer and participant. This reunion was attended by some of the most creative and talented people on the face of the planet. Really, no exaggeration! But many were holding onto life long insecurities. They didn’t think they were talented enough and embarrassed to perform in front of each other for fear of . . who knows . . . finger pointing, whispers, laughter, ridicule of some sort for sure. Once it was revealed that many shared the same feelings, the healing began. And I was the lucky one. I got to witness it all and benefit as well.

So, the message is that we all think we are not good enough compared to someone else, but we are. Don’t let your fears and insecurities stop you. We can’t measure our own success by someone else’s talents.

This revelation and the kindness / support of strangers has propelled my creative journey to a place I had given up ever getting to. Tho I thought my creative juices were dried up forever, they have merely been reawakened. Many thanks to all involved in my process, including in-part . . Victoria B, Mrs. W., Charles Mc., Claudia H, Mary B, Cindy G, Sandy B, Traci B., Kat C, and my IAA family. So, thank you. I dedicate this blog to all of you!

Friday, September 30, 2011

More spiritual growth

On my path for spiritual growth is a crazy story I never thought I would write. At the Sewing Expo I saw my buddy Barb Callahan on Thursday afternoon. She asked if I could help her on Friday. Sure. I'm always happy to help Barb. She is fun and kooky and roles with the punches. My kinda gal. So, sure. I'll help her in her booth. I'm a former retailer after all. I can do that. Then something made me feel like I should ask questions. So, I did. I could not get any solid info out of her. Hmmm. What's up with that??

So this whole thing took on a life of its own during the course of the day and evening. It went from just a few minutes helping at the demo stage holding garments, then wearing the garments, then it turned out it was helping her on the runway. WHAT? Not me. I tremble and shake if I talk to more than 3 people at a time. Yipes. She hoodwinked me. In actuality she wanted me to walk the runway with her wonderful jackets  . .  for an hour! I was pretty nervous but tried not to think about it.

The next day, Friday, the day of the show, I'm thinking. . . 'This is a first. Something I never ever thought I would do. I am a behind the scenes kinda gal. .  not a center stage kind'. Well, I got pushed out on stage first. Luckily I saw a friend of mine sitting in the audience. Her big smile settled my nerves immediately. Then I saw a few others and I was ok. Let's not mention the fact that they were all taking to me, so I did what any great model does. I talked back . . . while walking the catwalk. Oops.

It wasn't soooo bad. Oh jezz, she asked me to do it again on Sunday!

You know, I really surprised myself. I never thought I could do anything like that - ever. So I guess being challenged without time to chicken out is a good thing. This was a real confidence booster for sure. Will I do it again. . . well, let's see if I get hoodwinked twice.

Happily there is no photographic evidence. Whew!
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