Gluten-free ginger biscotti with my organic vanilla latte.
Cuddles with Sid.
Random colorways in merino seacell fiber. Spins like butter. Yeah, I know. This shameless shop plug. New fiber @ urbangypz.com.
Gluten-free ginger biscotti with my organic vanilla latte.
Cuddles with Sid.
Random colorways in merino seacell fiber. Spins like butter. Yeah, I know. This shameless shop plug. New fiber @ urbangypz.com.

There is a guy at the table next to me here at the downtown coffee shop journaling. I guess I am journaling too, but he is doing it old skool, unplugged, pen to paper. A couple of months ago, I was doing the same thing every morning. Not on the computer (clearly, because that was a period barren of blog posts), but in a crappy note book. Morning Pages–I was doing them as an Artist’s Way exercise. The Artist’s Way by Julie Cameron developed a series of exercises to prevent creative blocks by helping you “live a creative life” and as opposed to forcing the creativity.
Twenty years as an art director I have lived through my share of creative dry spells. The part where she describes forcing creativity akin to slamming yourself against a wall hoping something brilliant will emerge….yeah I have been there. Ad campaigns under pressure 10pm over cold pizza with a copywriter hoping it will be good enough to save you from being voted off the island. I had never had a good idea when I was exhausted. And actually the best ideas came when I was freelance and able to relax, dog under my desk, able to take mental breaks between jobs. Often I was brought into an agency deadline in the 11th hour when the creative staff was fried. Refreshed, clear headed, ready to go and organized.
So I am just coming out of a creative dry spell. Thank god the ideas for colors and projects are overflowing. I have been waking up with ideas in my head, eager to tackle them. I am avoiding a few folks that always seem to sap my energy (oh the joys of twenty-something drama, not sure how I got sucked into that one), surrounding myself with more artist from the Asheville and online communities. And playing. Playing with colors and knitting samples.
The UrbanGypZ website should be going live any day now! I am tickled beyond belief and eager to get it into the marketing mix. Until then I am just pushing the yarn old skool.

Okay I know it is just wrong to want to knit wool outdoors when it is 80?+ outside. I was really hoping other hard core knitters would be planning ahead; thinking of all the yummy handknit sweaters they could be wearing come first cold snap. I mean I picked up my knitting last June and have been on quite the roll. Okay I admit most of that was done waiting in countless doctors’ offices, while I get all my annual checkups, plus 4 trips to urgent care for the mystery rash from hell.

But, a lot of knitting was done in lieu of computer work at the coffee shops.
There are quite a few indie street markets that have sprouted up in Asheville over the last year. I was invited to vend in Pritchard Park, Downtown. At the time I was in the middle of wedding plans and deadline hell at the old Day Job. And prepping for LEAF was all that I could handle at the time. Despite the promise to myself not to any fairs this year as I build the business, I decided that maybe a smaller set up and an easy venue would be okay. This market is TINY and mostly set up to bring local handcrafts to tourists.

Besides nothing like a vending deadline to make me beef up my inventory. I dyed 88 skeins of yummy South American Merino Worsted. This stuff is so soft, I want to just stash every single skein just to roll in it. I dyed them in bright eclectic colors that remind me of tie dyed shirts. I brought a couple dozen to Purl’s downtown along with some of the same stuff in a lace weight.
I have plenty more ready to hit the shop next week.

And I even had enough to stash for my latest WIP.