Wednesday, September 16, 2009

back on familiar ground.

I felt very out of touch the week before embarking on my Italia adventure.
Maybe you noticed.

I was just an observer for the 2 weeks in between trips.

It didn't feel right.
It makes me wonder how, exactly, I did that for 2 1/2 years after graduating...always on the brink of making, but never finding the time. Now that I'm making, making, making, I can't imagine not.

I saw so many beautiful things on my trip. I fell for Venice, hard. Part of me pines for everything old and forgotten. I feel like I was born in the wrong decade. Maybe even the wrong century. But then I remember modern plumbing, air conditioning, electricity, and I waver.

I had stones waiting in the mailbox for me - now that's addiction. Here I am, about to sail off on a grand expedition to a place I may not ever get to go to again, a place with wonderful items I can only buy there, and I'm spending my money on stones. I mean, speaking of falling hard, the earth has me completely enraptured.

I'm on a mission to set these stones, asap. I plan on having a giganto inventory for my upcoming shows and the etsy shop...not necessarily to have a huge inventory, but because I have over a month of making to make up for and I can hardly contain myself.

ps. Can I be Peggy Guggenheim when I grow up?