I sit here painfully typing these words. I have been in denial this last week. Unwilling to admit that my wrist was in crisis. I finally caved and went for an x-ray today... I hope to get the results soon. I also hope it heals super-hero fast... Pushing a heavy grocery cart with one hand is painful and totally not cool. I'm about as graceful as a hippo with this brace... Please send me your healing vibes...
On another note, I have been thinking alot lately about my creative journey. As I get closer to wrapping up my teaching contract, I am looking forward to the future but also taking stock of the past.
I am in soul searching mode again. Trying to find a clear focus as I look toward FULL days as a creative again in just a couple of weeks.
I wanted to share a very special time in my past. It lasted a total of two years.
During this time I learned so much about others, but mostly about myself.
It was exhausting, fulfilling and extremely painful at times.

Welcome to mimi & lulu...
Handcrafted Designs and Studio!
(2008)
It was a dream of mine to have my own boutique,
a place to play and to be creative...
a place to encourage others to do the same...

(2007)
Here are mimi & lulu...
My cousin Julie and myself as we worked sewing
our silk screened tote bags...
Together, we built this creative oasis.

Our location was an old movie theater called the Capital Theater.
It had so much character and charm.
We hung jewelery in the old poster frames.
It was a magical place.

We each had our own sewing zones where we worked in between serving our customers. We also had large tables in the centre where the workshops were given in beading, sewing and felting.
No painting. Nope.
The whispers were there....but they were only whispers then.

We sold supplies as well as finished works.
We were busy little bees filling the shelves with aprons,
handbags and tea cozies mostly made by our hands.

We made sewing and beading kits
and offered birthday parties and girls night out craft nights.

We were both self taught in the fields of beading, sewing and felting.
We were "freestylers' and encouraged people to think outside the box when they were creating.

I still cannot even look at a bag of beads without cringing.
I think it will take me a long while to embrace this medium again...

I'm just glad I don't have to make these for a living anymore.
I starting resenting making jewelery...
I couldn't articulate it well then but I was just
DONE with it.
The whispers were growing
louder but I continued to silence them with
more and more beads.I didn't honour my intuition. I kept taking orders, making custom jewelery and offering workshops.
Why wasn't I happy? Wasn't I living my DREAM?

(2007)
The truth is, as I look back at it now, I was close.
I was close but not close enough.Only after going to one too many ART shows
and looking at other peoples paintings,
coming home disappointed with myself and frustrated for
not trusting the whispers.Too afraid to USE those pretty tubes of paint I had bought years before.
I was so good at collecting ART supplies, but too afraid to use them,
To know if I had what it took, to find out if
I. Could. Really. Ever. Be. An. ARTIST?
To have the courage to paint on that white canvas, to dare to find out.
Heaven forbid to actually TRY!!!(but what if I totally suck???)Well, here I am, one year and a half after closing the store. It was a dream, a dream I realized. I have no regrets about trying it and giving it all I had. But now I know why so many things just didn't line up.
It wasn't supposed to.
It was only supposed to last as long as it did. The Universe was done whispering. It started
shouting and finally I heard it. Finally I succumbed to its messages to open the tubes of paint, to get my hands dirty,
to go where I felt vulnerable and scared.
TO TRUST.
I can now look back at this time in my life with a full and open heart.
Grateful for the many lessons.
Completely accountable for my role.
And totally appreciative for unanswered prayers.
This is what I need to remember as I look forward to the next chapter:
I need to remember to trust the journey.
To believe my intuition.
To respect the past.
And to remember wholeheartedly that I am part of something bigger.
I am ready to dream BIG again.
I am ready to TRUST and BELIEVE in the impossible.
But not before saying thank-you for my creative journey thus far.
Some of our dreams are meant to happen,
but some of them are not meant to last...
because something BIGGER and BETTER
is waiting for us just on the other side...
