i finished up a small custom piece today - it was a very cool collaboration with someone who found me on flickr of all things. she had this idea for a bookmark that had pockets for post-its and a pen/pencil. it took me a while to figure it out how to engineer it so it wouldn't fly around ::
actually, this was my last custom piece. for a while at least. i have loved collaborating with other people and worked really hard to create the pieces they envision. it was so great to go through the process with other people and bounce ideas off one another. those who have ordered custom pieces from me have been delightful and the experiences truly rewarding. i have improved my skills and been inspired to no end. and i truly hope to someday get back to doing special orders, but for now i have to take a custom break.
i realized i had to make this decision when i found myself falling into a creative quandary, with tons of my own ideas and never enough time to fully develop them. everything changed with my two recent shop updates. it has been so incredibly delightful these past few weeks, creating pieces from my own imagination - and responding to your requests for seconds, thanks!
i promise to continue doing my very best to source the very most special materials and create truly unique + functional goods for you and yours ::
this journey, the process of allowing myself to spend time creating from my mind's eye, the way life evolves with each step we take :: all of it has me thinking of one of my favorite poems of all time. i have loved it for as long as i can remember and i always gain new insight about "now". whenever and whereever now may be. xoxo
the road not taken :: robert frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
xoxo