05/03/2026
After making a firm decision to leave the antique shop and show world, I was in a wee limbo of okay-what-is-next. Enter my friend, Anne. A couple of weeks ago, she showed me her new office located in the middle of the one small business street in our very tiny university town. “Come in here with me, it will be so fun and so good for you”. My heart was thumping with panic but her enthusiasm and encouragement settled in, so I heard the words “YES! popping out of my mouth. Lease negotiated, keys in hand, painters and electrician hired, and bam. I now have a studio to work in for my beloved textiles. It is ideal. Not a shop but can sell if I am there, but a space that is my own to turn items destined for the rubbish bin into something that is fun to wear. But, why the apple? I was feeling a bit of uncertainty last week but when I walked in and watched the paint going up, it felt better. Then, I saw the painter’s apple on the trim with his dusty fingerprints sitting in front of Anne’s glorious pink and I knew. This spot would gently push me out of my beloved, quiet house and into the slow pace of town life. I will be moved in this weekend - just in time for me to leave at the end of the month for France 😆Like I said, not a shop (thank goodness) but can sell, a sort of open workshop, not loud and busy. Perfect.
