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Just when you think you have it all figured out....
In and Out of the Studio
Just when you think you have it all figured out....
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As I regroup, I came upon this quiz (via PlayIsTheThing) and figured it was worth a go. I wonder if I was unduly influenced by the fact that I adore the Emma Thompson version of Sense and Sensibility far beyond good measure? In my defense, as a former teacher of Literature, I'm kinda required to love Jane Austen, even if I do prefer Jane Eyre (still the funniest book I've ever read).
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Away. Busy. Overwhelmed. Changing directions. Moping, occasionally.
I've been going through A Thing.
On the one hand, I've been starting a new venture--have I mentioned Whipstitch yet, my baby, my passion? It's really taking off and becoming so much more than I ever, ever thought it could be. I mostly blog about it separately rather than here, but there are a lot--A LOT--of gray areas, and sometimes I want to bring the overflow of all that excitement to this venue more. I'm sorry I haven't done that.
On the other hand, Pretty Jane has been doing some...well, not really growing. UNgrowing? Is that a real thing? And I didn't want to write about it--still don't really, so forgive me if I'm abstract and oblique when it comes to details today. Perhaps I'll feel more like elaborating as time goes by.
As Whipstitch grows, I've had to do a lot of hard thinking about what Pretty Jane IS. Ironic, no? When I've been building up and building up with posts and previews and giveaways of the spring line. I've said since the beginning of this company that I didn't really believe that Pretty Jane, as a company, was what my life holds for me--but with equal utter certainty, that Pretty Jane would lead in a very direct way TO what my life holds for me. The success and excitement and anticipation and satisfaction that I am currently seeing with Whipstitch leads me to see the truth in that vision, and to be very, very grateful for it. It also necessitates some changes of structure.
I wrote earlier this year that I was scaling back on Pretty Jane, planning to sew every piece myself again, that I'd had enough of playing Sisyphus and trying to push that boulder up the hill. My plan was to reduce my scale and focus more on my family. As soon as I began to do that, Whipstitch moved in as an entity with its own motivation, and has shown me what needs to be done next. That has been nothing short of a revelation for me, and I am so, so grateful.
To cement that, there have been bad experiences. There has been a lot of hurt. Reading a post over on Kelly Rae's blog today really drove that home for me. She alludes to a lot of the behavior that has led me to want to walk away from Pretty Jane altogether, the kind of insecurity and dishonesty that seems to come out with fangs bared when the economy gets bad and suddenly people feel threatened. Hypocrisy shows up then, too. I want very badly for my work, especially the creative part of me that is Pretty Jane, to be about so much more than just the stuff I make. I want it to reflect who I am and what I stand for and what matters most in this world.
It's been hard to feel passionate about Pretty Jane at a time when I feel a little defensive. But here is what I've learned, and where I stand: I love designing, and I know the things I make are good. I know that imitation is constant and relentless in this field--in any field. I also know that often inspiration and imitation are difficult to distinguish, and that it is possible for two individuals to have markedly similar ideas with no contact between them. It saddens me to see so many people who could so easily work together and learn and benefit from one another work AGAINST each other and struggle needlessly. I feel a little ill when one individual accuses another of stealing an idea or a design or a concept and then turns right around and does the exact same thing. Consistency is a reflection of one's ideals, and inconsistency is a reflection of a lack of character. It makes me sad to see so much insecurity, so many people marking out territory in what is, essentially, unimportant--yes, I know that there are designers whose livelihood depends on the income from their design work, but I also know that none of this matters as much as our families and our friends and our spirits and our hearts. I will sacrifice none of those things in order to get ahead, and I will not go to the mat to fight over who invented what and who got there first. You want it? Take it. I'll just go make something better.
I suppose this sounds as though I disagree with what Kelly said; in fact, I don't. I feel very strongly that each person who designs and innovates should get full credit for what they do and what they create. I also feel that duplication is a part of the free market, and as such, is the price each of us pays for putting our ideas out there. Kelly gives excellent guidelines for a personal set of checks-and-balances to determine if you, in your heart, feel that you have appropriated someone else's ideas prior to selling them for profit; I urge you to read what she has to say. It allowed me to work through some of the lingering ickiness I've been feeling, so that I can let it go and make a constructive new start.
One of the things I love most about Whipstitch is that it gives me the opportunity to sing the praises of other creators and designers. I've always felt a little hesitant to link to other sewers (and children's designers, especially) on this blog because I know that some of them DON'T want their work to be associated with any other designer--a concept I find deeply foreign and so confusing. I'm thrilled to talk about and talk up and revel in the ideas of others, and I feel so liberated to do that through Whipstitch.
And so, having digested all that, Pretty Jane has begun to tell ME what needs to come next. I'm leaving the boutique in which I've been a member for over two years, and am no longer taking custom orders. As of May 1, Pretty Jane will be Etsy-only, and I feel so, so good about that decision. No more pressure to produce volume--did I ever mention that manufacturing has always been the bane of my existance?? I love design, but manufacturing is HARD! No more pressure to try to outsmart the consumer and predict what they'll want--I just get to make what I like, and if others like it, too, well that's one more reason to greet the day with gratitude.
I hope none of this comes across sounding anything other than jubilant. I'm so thankful for everything Pretty Jane has offered me these last two years, and have learned so much. A lot about who I am and who I want to be. A lot about how to run a business and how to treat people, both of which feed directly into Whipstitch and are allowing me to experience the true happiness I am finding there. Even the bad stuff has been good, really. It has forced me to take a long look at my own motives and see if I measure up to the standards I set for others, a practice I think few of us do often enough.
I'm not leaving this blog. Just FYI. But it's becoming more personal in nature, more about me and my family and less about Pretty Jane. Pretty Jane has always been me, anyway, that part of me that wants to run and play. How sad that the last year or so I've felt like she was getting too rambunctious and needed to be told to settle down! Time to let her out again--thanks to all of you who've been so kind, you've been the balance to the mean voices, the insecure competitors who have taken the fun out of the game. I'm taking my toys and heading back to the Big Sandbox, and I hope to meet your smiling faces there for a long time to come!
The sun has already begun to shine, and shine bright, over at Whipstitch. It's headed back over here, too. See you soon, with my smile on...
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Deborah
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Him: Do you even blog anymore?
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Deborah
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Check out this article about the discovery of the Pretty Jane off the Australian coast.
And like, I'm a trained archaeologist who always wanted to do underwater work on shipwrecks, ever since my grandfather took us snorkeling among them as kids. Plus, I'm totally of Scottish descent, and I've always wanted to go to Australia! Is this some kind of sign?? Or am I just really, really overworked and thinking crazy-making thoughts?
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10:43 PM
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I won't say "voted," since I still have some PTSD from the last election. And since the Blog Awards are hogging all the "voting."
But please take a sec, if you haven't already, to hop on over and vote in favor of changes to the CPSIA. Use that little icon to the right, the one that says, "Save Handmade Toys in the US." Help us all out.
I'm not freakin' over this the way I was at first, partly because I am fortunate enough to be somewhat diversified, but I AM freakin' as a mommy and an independent spirit who places insanely high value on CHOICE. Let's be certain this issue is one that faces the incoming administration ASAP so we can make the language in this law clear and logical, and use the law to do what it was intended to do--punish the manufacturers who betrayed our trust in the last year with faulty products that endangered our children--and NOT punish those it was never intended to punish--teeny tiny manufacturers like me and piles of others on Etsy and elsewhere who have ALWAYS made safe, handmade, non-toxic, charming, heirloom products for children.
Thanks, y'all.
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Deborah
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I have one major goal for Pretty Jane in 2009:


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3:22 PM
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A number of other bloggers have composed lists of Things to Do Before One Turns 35. As my 35th will come in September of the dawning year, now's as good a time as any to make MY list and then endeavor to complete it in the next nine months. Lofty ambitions, to be sure.
Again, these aren't resolutions--we all know how I feel about those. These are GOALS for my 35th year of life. Hold me to 'em, folks!
My list:
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Taking the WHOLE week off to spend time with my amazing family. Am auto-posting a series titled "A Week of Gratitude" while we're off doing cool stuff like baking, digging out the Christmas decorations, jumping in piles of leaves, making final visits to the playground before the weather gets too cold, visiting with the relatives, taking looooong drives all in one vehicle, singing songs loudly, and anything else we can think of. Be back in a few days! Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. This year, let's be glad of all we have...
A Week of Gratitude, Day 7: The Future
Capping off this week of looking at all that I have to be thankful for, I realize that much of it has focused on what I have now or have had in the past, and very little has focused on looking forward to the future. That, in itself, is a gift, since none of us knows what our future will be and so many we never think about have no ability to even comprehend what it is to dream or to plan or to look ahead with hope.
The whole idea that I can sit and write on my blog about my husband and kids and business is so fantastical to me. The faith embodied in those things, the attitude that this is the norm and to be expected... I want to remember to be humbled by it, to be overwhelmed and awed by how much I have. I want to remember that looking ahead is a gift all its own.
My Sweet Husband and I are debating whether we'll add more children to our family. If money grew on trees, there would be no debate, and I suspect both of us would be thrilled to have at least a couple more. But money does not, and so we are hesitant. And as we go back and forth over whether it's wise to have more children, I rarely think about what a luxury it is to even consider that, to have a choice, to have that option.
One more thing to be grateful for: all the intangible gifts we have that allow us to dream and plan and hope for the future, all the things we forget to say "Thank You" over, and simply take for granted because they are such a part of the fabric of our existence. I'll come home and head back into the studio on Monday, and I'll think, "What do I want to make today?" At that moment, I want to remember, and be thankful.
Thinking of you,
Deborah
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Taking the WHOLE week off to spend time with my amazing family. Am auto-posting a series titled "A Week of Gratitude" while we're off doing cool stuff like baking, digging out the Christmas decorations, jumping in piles of leaves, making final visits to the playground before the weather gets too cold, visiting with the relatives, taking looooong drives all in one vehicle, singing songs loudly, and anything else we can think of. Be back in a few days! Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. This year, let's be glad of all we have...
A Week of Gratitude, Day 6: Free and Easy
Driving the hundreds of miles from my mom's to our house gives me plenty of time to daydream and stare out the window. This year, I'll be thinking about how lucky we are to have the freedom to do as we please, to travel from one home to another, to celebrate the early days of our nation and those dedicated Pilgrims, who despite having brazenly stolen the grain that kept them fed that first winter were no doubt focused and persevering.
That will inevitably lead to thoughts of other travels, like our long-postponed honeymoon trip to Hawaii and Europe, and how seeing things even for the second or third time is seeing them through new eyes when you share them with the people you love. Hawaii was brand-new when seen with my husband, who had never participated in any type of ocean watersport before--anathema to the ears of this beach baby, and I delighted in taking him ocean snorkeling for the first time and seeing his excitement at all the fishies. 
Neither of us had been to Paris or to Spain, and exploring those places together was joyful, not least because finding a travel partner whose temperament and personality complement your own is a monumental task, and ours mesh fantastically.
All this freedom, all these memories. We'll talk about them this weekend, I'm sure, telling stories to our family from our adventures. And I'll be reminded for the 1,278th time just how much I have to be grateful for.
Thinking of you,
Deborah
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Taking the WHOLE week off to spend time with my amazing family. Am auto-posting a series titled "A Week of Gratitude" while we're off doing cool stuff like baking, digging out the Christmas decorations, jumping in piles of leaves, making final visits to the playground before the weather gets too cold, visiting with the relatives, taking looooong drives all in one vehicle, singing songs loudly, and anything else we can think of. Be back in a few days! Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. This year, let's be glad of all we have...
A Week of Gratitude, Day 5: Traditions
I have spent most of the Thanksgivings in my adult life at my mother's house. She makes the turkey just right, and always has the sides I love. She has an itinerary, but also a aura of ease that makes it natural to relax and let worry leave you. I like that I can sit still and not feel like I need to rush, or take a nap on the sofa without embarrassment, or have a snack any old time I like.
Since our eldest was little, one of the things she and I look forward to each time we go to Grammie's house is walking down the road to the nearby park to play on the playground or walk the exercise trail or enjoy the weather. Going again this year was the first time our middle child really appreciated the playground, and the first time our new baby has gone at all. I loved the feeling that we were building a tradition with all our family, that all our children would look forward to this each year and remember playing there, with us or with one another. I love that all the damp coolness of the playground mixes up in my memory with the smell of the leaves and the sound of their voices and the taste of the food, that I remember what they were wearing and what they said as they ran and played.
On Thanksgiving Day, I am thankful for continuity and the rebirth it brings.
Thinking of you,
Deborah
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Taking the WHOLE week off to spend time with my amazing family. Am auto-posting a series titled "A Week of Gratitude" while we're off doing cool stuff like baking, digging out the Christmas decorations, jumping in piles of leaves, making final visits to the playground before the weather gets too cold, visiting with the relatives, taking looooong drives all in one vehicle, singing songs loudly, and anything else we can think of. Be back in a few days! Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. This year, let's be glad of all we have...
Day 4: Work I Love
I got into this business completely by accident. My husband and I were driving around one evening before our second baby was born, thinking and talking and worrying a little about what it would be like for me to stay home with the kids. He pointed out that if ever there was something I wanted to do, some work I wanted to do from home, a business I'd like to start, now was the time--no opportunity cost, lots of "free" time. I told him the only work I could do for eight hours a day unsupervised and be expected to not tire of and not shirk was sewing. He thought that sounded fine.
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Taking the WHOLE week off to spend time with my amazing family. Am auto-posting a series titled "A Week of Gratitude" while we're off doing cool stuff like baking, digging out the Christmas decorations, jumping in piles of leaves, making final visits to the playground before the weather gets too cold, visiting with the relatives, taking looooong drives all in one vehicle, singing songs loudly, and anything else we can think of. Be back in a few days! Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. This year, let's be glad of all we have...
A Week of Gratitude, Day 3: Home, Sweet Home
Believe it or not, it's been over a year and a half since our ill-fated flirtation with building another house and selling the one we currently own. Those were hard, hard times, mostly because trying to keep the house clean to that degree for that long will kill anybody, I don't care who you are.
But what it cost us is so little compared to what we learned. About our marriage. About our priorities. About our desires and dreams. About how to take two people who are driven to achieve and mesh their goals together to create a FAMILY. I guess every couple does that their own way and in their own time, but the whole house-selling-house-building experience was a huge crucible for us and really refined what we'd already discussed and knew in our hearts to be true:
Our home goes with us, and has nothing to do with our house.
Our house is the safe place that we call home, and cannot be disregarded in its importance.
Our desire for the home we dream of is only and always as strong as our desires for our family.
Our love for one another and our children is the driving force behind the goals we work toward each day.
Not too shabby for a year and a half, huh?
Thinking of you,
Deborah
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Taking the WHOLE week off to spend time with my amazing family. Am auto-posting a series titled "A Week of Gratitude" while we're off doing cool stuff like baking, digging out the Christmas decorations, jumping in piles of leaves, making final visits to the playground before the weather gets too cold, visiting with the relatives, taking looooong drives all in one vehicle, singing songs loudly, and anything else we can think of. Be back in a few days! Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. This year, let's be glad of all we have...
A Week of Gratitude, Day 2: Babies!



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Deborah
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Taking the WHOLE week off to spend time with my amazing family. Am auto-posting a series titled "A Week of Gratitude" while we're off doing cool stuff like baking, digging out the Christmas decorations, jumping in piles of leaves, making final visits to the playground before the weather gets too cold, visiting with the relatives, taking looooong drives all in one vehicle, singing songs loudly, and anything else we can think of. Be back in a few days! Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. This year, let's be glad of all we have...
A Week of Gratitude, Day 1: To My Husband
So sweet, so deserving of a special post all his own...
In Thanksgiving season, I start by looking at the things that have changed my life in the most obvious of ways. The greatest of those--yes, even greater than having my children--has been my husband, that guy in the picture above, on the night we met. Who, when he tells me I am beautiful, is the first man to say so who has ever made me believe HE believes it, and isn't saying it as a means to some other end. Who, no matter how stridently we argue a topic, always goes afterward and gives sincere thought to what I've said, and often comes around to my point in the end (in his own time, of course). Who, no matter how frustrating I can be, always makes it clear that he loves me and is willing to make colossal sacrifices on my behalf.
When he was in Iraq this last time (his second), the minister he met there talked about having an "attitude of gratitude," a cliche label for a very real and very elusive skill. My husband called me, using a chunk of our very precious fifteen minutes of phone time, to tell me he'd been thinking of me the whole day and how thankful he is to have me as his wife.
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Deborah
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Leaves changing
Tiny baby hands
Fresh bread coming out of the oven
Playgrounds and parks, one last time
Learning who my daughter is becoming, bit by bit
Hearing music through the house--played live, and with verve
A clean kitchen
Catching up with faraway friends and learning only geography keeps us distant
Family movie night on Fridays, all of us together on the sofa with fresh hot popcorn and a PG rating
Waving goodbye in the crisp mornings, looking forward to some peace and quiet.
Sort of.
Hope this is the start of a great week for all of us!
Thinking of you,
Deborah
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I'm constantly surprised to see how motivated I am to accomplish things simply by maintaining a blog. Did anyone else ever think that would be the case?
I thought, as many people do, that blogs tended to be self-involved rants of angry people with bad grammar. I've learned that this is not the case, and I'm so, so thankful to the following writers and crafters who taught me that a blog can be an amazing place to exchange ideas, make friends, and learn more about who we want to be and where we want to go.
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Deborah
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Holy cow! It's my 100th post! Totally snuck up on me...
My husband assures me that it is Blogland Etiquette to blog 100 facts about yourself in celebration of one's 100th post. It seems overwhelming, and I'm sure dozens of writers I admire would do a far superior job. I'm sure they could write MY list better than I will. I feel intimidated...
OK, it's only cold when you first get in, right? So here we go:
1. I was born in Germany on a US military base, and spoke perfect German until I was 4. But only to Germans--to my mother, who also (and still) speaks fluent German, I refused and am told often gave a look that seemed to say, "I don't know who you're foolin' lady, but we're AMERICANS."
2. Speaking of "foolin'," my favorite band from 8th to 11th grade was totally Def Leppard. I had a huge crush on Joe Elliott. Beyond pathological, actually.
3. I attended Catholic school in junior high. My favorite nun was called Sister Marion Joseph. Awesome.
4. As long as we're on the topic of schooling, I have a Master's degree in Archaeology. For real. And it's left me changed.
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See you there, and have a Whipstitch day!