It's been a while since I've sat on Pinterest clicked on thoughts and scrolled down to the very beginning. Every photo a piece of my brain up until now. I do this whenever life starts to get blurry. When I started this whole textile journey my life felt like something out of a fairy tale. I watched this make believe world I dreamt up become reality before my eyes. Every year more magical than the last. I believe it takes a tiny bit of ruin to make room for transformation, but lately the ruin has been more than just a tiny little bit. I'm still trying to find my balance. When this happens I go back to the core of where I like to operate - a world of old antique bookstores, where Mary Poppins is a real life person, and umbrellas can fly.