Monday, February 24, 2014
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Even though I have a dad who sends me inspirational Taylor Swift quotes by text message, and an awesome husband who cheerleads me from the sidelines running this business, and neighbors who mistakenly think I'm famous, and the personal memory of a goldfish when it comes to things I want to do even if they once didn't work... you might find it surprising that I doubt myself every once in a while. (I'll give you a second while you're recovering from shock. Ok back? )
Moving into a new space, with new costs attached and the new responsibility of packing myself a lunch in the morning has come with some emotional challenges. I find myself sitting in a big beautiful room at a desk with windows, thinking "Am I supposed to be here?" and "Can I afford this?" and also, "What the hell is the person above me DOING to that poor elephant family? How are they making those noises!?"
I've decided to skip the inspirational books (Having listened to a popular one on the bus to NY recently, my strongest preliminary thoughts were terror-based worries that someone saw me mash play and knew what I was reading) and skip straight to the finding of inspirational images on the internet. For example, this photo from the early 80's, illustrating how the Boston Museum of Science got a new dino-acquisition delivered.
Everything is possible.
Posted by Red Prairie Press at 10:29 AM
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Life is busy to say the least, here in Baltimore, MD.
Is it already mid-february?
Posted by Red Prairie Press at 10:34 AM
Thursday, January 30, 2014
On a recent trip to Wholefoods in Mt Washington, Phil and I spotted by a new shop (turns out, not new at all) called The Joshua Tree, which sells organic, eco friendly, sweatshop free apparel. I dragged him in and was delighted to meet the owner Joshua, who offered us tea, and ended up talking to us for an hour about sustainable materials, which is the single subject I've been thinking about this year. An hour later, Joshua was our friend and new wholesale customer, and he's starting with carrying our eco-blend pullovers. So great to get encouragement for my new endeavors as I push hard to create more sustainable pieces for my line. I move the remainder of my studio into the new space this weekend, and then off to NYC for a few days to scout out materials and possible collaborators for product development. Can't wait! In the meantime, check out this store! The Joshua Tree 1340 Smith Ave Baltimore, MD 21209
Posted by Red Prairie Press at 4:10 PM
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
So far, I've spent the majority of January procrastinating the packing of the printshop for our move at the end of the month. I officially have the keys to the new studio in hand, and re-enacting a scene from some feel-good movie somewhere, I recently bought myself an overpriced cupcake & latte, broke in and sat in the middle of the empty wood floor to fantasize about being included in one of those commercials in which they list enormous businesses that ironically "started in a garage." (Except that I don't want to be an enormous business, and I technically started in a shed, not a garage. So my dreams are crushed before they begin). Also, the fantasizing was at least half sugar-induced panic attack over my new rent-paying responsibilities, so really it wasn't very well done. Slowly planning a list of things one needs when working outside of her home: This seems intuitive, but I'm surprising myself daily with unimportant items that I can't believe I might have done without for the first month (Hand towel in the bathroom!? OF COURSE!!! A sponge to do my dishes, because now I have to pack a lunch!!??? CRAP! I will also need dish soap!!) Completely ignoring the more challenging issues of "where shall I get waterproof linoleum to put under the washout booth so as not to destroy the beautiful wood flooring?" or "how the %$ are we going to get the tshirt press out of the basement?" it's not that I won't eventually address these things... I'm sure I will. But sitting in a room full of only sunlight and a thin layer of dust, it is the thought of choosing paint colors for the bathroom door, choosing hand soap flavors, and picking curtains for the two big beautiful long awaited windows (the first time in 8 years I've had them) that make me want to get up early for work. It's not nesting, exactly. More like playing house... and I'm finding that nothing will make you feel more like a child than addressing a move out of the playhouse in the garage from whence you came.
Posted by Red Prairie Press at 11:25 AM