It was 99 miles one way to the marketing conference at Goddard College for Vermont Crafts Council Open Studio participants. All along the way, there was budding and blooming in the fields, hills and valleys--greens and purples--my two favorite colors. What I learned about the management of my creativity was not a surprise, but reinforced by the presenter, Marianne Mullen. There are occasional forks in the road but once made clear by she and those who shared, I learned that I am watching and waiting and minding the lights and signs.
Here it is the first day of spring. Who can believe it? We are waiting for the first leaves to pop on the maple trees and here is this brave leaf hanging in just outside our bathroom window, surviving our harsh Vermont winter. Lew's image, taken February 27th, conjured up lots of sweet thoughts.
There is a very sweet fan of ours who owns many Bundles and loves her visits and frequent conversations with us. She truly believes that Silvio, our beloved cat, is the true CEO (how about Cat Energizer Operator) of Bonnie's Bundles Dolls. I think Bobbie would love it if Silvio authored a blog about my writing a book about all thirteen of the cats who sewed with his mistress over 46 years. Go Silvio!
This year especially I decided to give back big in my community of Chester where our family has flourished for forty years, both the real and the cloth. Who are favorites?
I know it is my favorite color in all shades of purple and lavender, but this word pops up continually as the leading searched doll in my website statistics. I listen. Is it the color? Is it the doll? Guess I'll have to do some research.
The last couple weeks I have had opportunities to be creative in writing, cooking, designing, marketing, and giving, marked by visits from several special constant companions. We got to share this incredible photo of our comedian grandson with distant family members who made me want to be a kid like him again.
One right after the other. No expectations. No disappointments. That's what they say, and the adage is true. No special order or ranking, although there are a few that stand out.
Gurion, our nearly thirteen-year-old grandson was here for five days and nights. Five siblings were left behind! Lew's journal records the joys, the accomplishments and the surprises. Three concerts - one on the Chester Green with a Lisai's bulkie. Then "802 Experience" St. Luke's church musician Jacob McLaughlin's performance. Food shopping. Gifts for the boy from Staples. Menu planning. Shrimp twice. Family Center shopping for games. Picture taking. Story editing. Doll leg stuffing. Fireman face design. Model airplane building. Time line work. Engagement with doll shop visitors. Two visits to the town pool, one better than the other because of old friends, yes five girls, were there. Built a trellis for morning glories. Scrabble games. Celebrating national ice cream day. Last concert!
Did you mean our honeymoon escape to Shelburne and Burlington or the second doll mural wheat pasting? Both were fabulous, thank you. We were celebrating the history of our beautiful 46-year marriage and recognizing the significant role the sweet cloth dolls have played in our lives.
Sometimes it is a question. Other times it is an exclamation. On two occasions in preparing for Open Studio I connected with classmates of my darling daughters who remember my doll making frenzies in the young mothering years. One remembered coming to play and helping with the display and stuffing. How many years?