Second Thoughts

After volcanic ash delays and travel obstructions I arrived to a bare home. Before leaving Bali I emptied the first floor to prepare for making a workshop. All that sat in my bedroom was a mattress on the tiled floor. I noticed the kitchen roof leak had expanded to a large water mark over the entire area. I rolled my bags into the hall before crashing into a state of what the ‘heck am I doing’. I longed to hear my little nephew’s voice from the other room ‘Tante Sissy’ (Aunt Stacy), but I left him along with my entire family to go off again on this voyage to ‘who knows where’.

Limited resources and uncertain plans add up to a tense chest of fear. I rise and walk the flight to my studio. Then I opened the vintage trunk of fabrics. I looked up to see my dry erase boards wiped clean. Unsettled I pulled plastic covered pastels of tulle and lace. I filled the shelves with dress ingredients. My production workshop had closed our account due to a larger designer order taking capacity. Instead of looking for a new maker I decided to find my own way of producing my collection. I started with strips of fabric and knotted them like friendship bracelets I made as a little girl.

Slowly I began to see the vision for what the dress would become. I trusted that through each loop I was moving closer to a new found perspective and way of looking at this dream. Sometimes we have to throw the cards in the air to see where our feet will land. My masters program classes start online in two weeks time along with many other exciting projects. I want life to sweep me off and take me to places I could have never imagined. This world is so grand and opportunities infinite. Trusting in all to work out is the first step to faithful movement forward. Lets go!

Missing my little mommy. She had breakfast waiting in the car at 5am and my bags loaded for drive to DC.

Missing my little mommy. She had breakfast waiting in the car at 5am and my bags loaded for an early drive to the DC Airport.

Really enjoying the process, slow fashion. No needles, threads or machines.

Really enjoying the process of slow fashion. No needles, threads or machines.

My friend Sarita arrives as my partner in crime ;).

My friend Sarita arrives as my partner in crime ;).

Meeting with a family friend Pak Eddy and social impact manager Ni Luh Sudianti at Beach Walk.

Meeting with a family friend Pak Eddy and social impact manager Ni Luh Sudianti at Beach Walk.

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