Hello blog, it's really been awhile. Motherhood will do that to you. You blink and your child is now three years old. You blink and your Etsy shop, once a quiet vessel of life, is semi-busy again with orders after a long, long drought. Life has currently been on less of a time warp and more on an ebb-and-flow continuum, as life goes.
I recently sold these tiny labors of love: book-page phrase gift boxes. Each box top features tiny words cut by hand and a pair of scissors from a copy of Jane Eyre, my favorite book. I then rearranged the words and made poetic or thoughtful phrases. I had made these boxes years ago when I wanted to stand out from the mass-produced crowd, when I wanted to be creative in my own resourceful way. So happy they have found a perfect home!
Is it weird to talk about one's work in that respect? As if the work themselves are, indeed, real?