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January 21st, 2011
Let me tell you a story…
Back in December, a few days before Crafeteria, I woke up remembering bits and pieces of my dream from the night before. In it, I had been working out a crochet pattern and scribbled an equation in my notebook. The answer turned out to be two and I scrawled the number largely in the margin of my book. Then I moved onto the next equation. The answer was three, and I scrawled that almost over top the two. I continued on crocheting and when I looked back at my notebook, I realized the number 23 was there in the margin. I realized it didn’t even look like my handwriting. I thought that was odd and then I told myself, “well 23 is going to be Poppy’s favorite number.” It was a weird thought process, random, the perfect kind to find in dreams.
Anyway, I don’t think I’ve ever had a dream about a number before, and I woke up wondering why that chicken-scratch 23 was hanging so vivid in my memory.
I rolled to Ant’s side of the bed and reached down to the floor for my phone. (It’s a morning ritual to check email, twitter, and reader subscriptions before getting out of bed.) I opened my email to find I had received my booth assignment for the Crafeteria show. I anxiously scanned through the layout sketch, hunting for my name.
Booth 23.
Oh man, did I get chills. I can’t tell you how puzzled I was. I think I even closed the email and opened it back up to see if I had somehow imagined that number in the same box as my name.
I forwarded the email to Ant at work and called him to tell him how crazy I felt right then. I summed it up to Kismet, fate, destiny. Perfect.
Tonight I remembered a photographer that had snapped a picture of me at my booth that night. He said he was from Java Magazine and the photo would be in the January issue. And there I am!
Number 23.
Whatthewhat??
Lately it seems like the stars are aligning. This week I got an email from the girl who won the Frances Crafeteria raffle basket. She told me the sweet story of how she had stopped at my booth and searched for a Kismet doll with brown hair and blue eyes. There were none to be had and so she moved on. Then Frances contacted her to let her know she’d won the raffle and when she went in to retrieve her basket, there sat my Milla Kismet plush, brown haired and blue eyed. (Apparently the only one I’d made with that hair/eye combo – note to self to make more of those.) She was shocked at the coincidence and asked the employees if they believe in kismet or serendipity – only to realize as she was blogging her story that my dolls are in fact called Kimset plush.
Milla on her way to the raffle drop-off
That cute story was enough to get my sewing gears back in motion.
It’s been difficult lately, getting anything done around the house. Two weeks into life with a two year old and a newborn and the lack of sleep is catching up to me. Dark circles are in effect, and big time. I feel ready for bed at six o’clock but can’t stand to get in bed when Ella goes down. There is too much I want to get done now that I have the chance and my hands are finally free. Speaking of – this PoppyLou is only happy in someone’s arms. And during the day, I am her only someone. Even sleeping, she can tell the difference between warm arms and her bed. She’s a tricky one and keeps my hands full, literally.
But now I’m remembering that I’ve got something else I can turn my focus to…and something I’ve wanted to take seriously for so long.
Creating can help keep me sane when these little girls keep me in the reins. Relief when I need a break from nursing, cleaning up yogurt off the floor, and dishing out orders to pick up toys.
(Funny story – Today at lunch, Ella and I were talking about the weekend and I mentioned how happy I was that it’s finally Friday, because I was about to go nuts. She took me quite literally and declared that she is going to go to “nuts” too. Then she went on to detail how we’d get in the car, she’d sit next to Baby Sister, Mommy would drive, and we’d go to “nuts.” Sarcasm and toddlers may not mix, but it sure leads to funny little plans.)
Anyway (again) (and hey thanks for sticking around this far into my ramblings), I am taking all these events as a sign to get back in the saddle. It’s time to create again. Everything is aligning, it feels like kismet, and it feels darn good.
If you visit the blog for the craft aspect, I apologize for losing focus on that. But thank you for coming back once in a while.
I’m thankful to have something I enjoy creating so much. And I love that I can share it with you.
I feel like I’m coming back.
Happy weekend to you and yours, I hope it’s full of everything light and good.
Off to sew!
Sweetest wishes, Katy
