ok, guys, I’m sure you’ve noticed I havent been writing on this weblog as much as I had when it began. I had all kinds of things that inspired me back then (so long ago, ha). It’s funny how things come and go so easily — the ebb and flow of inspiration astounds me. It never stops moving. I see it like tradition — passed down from person to person, loathed or loved, utilized or mistreated, forgotten or in constant thought.

 

It hasn’t left my mind. Not a single day goes by that I don’t think about what inspires me. Lately there hasn’t been much to ponder other than where, exactly, my inspiration went. It’s on vacation, I tell myself, and it will be back soon, fresh as a daisy. But there is still that big pink elephant in the room — there is a reason for all of this. I’m sad. I’m scared. I don’t know what to do with myself. I feel like my hands and brain, for the first time ever, cannot work together. I wonder where my sunshine went, and before I can complete that thought I throw myself into a pitiful temper tantrum and I just haven’t been able to get myself out of it. Sometimes you need help, and most of the time, you can’t say what kind of help or from who or what.

 

Until today.

 

I made a friend. His name is Scottie Scholz. He lives in a cabin on the central coast of California. Alone, but not lonely. We’re pen pals. I always knew getting mail from a real person and not a bill or credit card offer is one of the best things, mainly because it doesn’t happen all that much anymore. Mail, real mail, is Scottie’s only option. Today I received a letter, 2 pages long and typed out on a typewriter. That, in itself, is inspiring because I know how long it takes me to hunt-and-peck on one of those metal monsters. There was also a collection of curious bits of nature, delicately folded into an old Simon & Garfunkel Live sleeve. I instantly became jealous of the time he took to collect those little things, and pack them up to send to San Francisco. I wish I had that time. I wish I had the time to respond in an appropriate and deserving fashion. However, that isn’t what it’s about. Scottie knows what it’s all about.

The letter mainly consisted of things that inspire him. The nature surrounding his small cabin, the animals, and the thoughts that he thinks while he’s alone, taking it all in. Taking it all in! That’s what I used to love doing. I forgot. He reminded me.

“Did you know- I do not even know you- and I am proud of you. Weird. But true. ¬†…

Inspire (verb) : stimulate Рmotivate Рprompt Рstir Рaffect Рpropel Рurge Рspur Рencourage Рhearten Рembolden Рinspirit Рanimate Рarouse Рquicken Рelevate.

According to the 1977 edition of ‘The Doubleday Roget’s Thesaurus in Dictionary Form’- you do all of that for me.

Did you know that the most powerful thing one human being can do for another human being is? Simply – believe in them.

Okay, stranger.

Go be productive!”

 

he simply wanted to share his inspiration and hopefully inspire in return. It was the warmest letter I’ve ever received, toasted with a comforting scent of a campfire. How fitting.

 

I am thankful.

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8 harness and block twills. My brain is boggled and I’ve never worked so slowly. Better photos of samples to come. Sorry I’ve been absent, things have been a little crazy.

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Butcher paper hand cut design.

I’ve been on winter break for maybe too long… since I haven’t been able to actually rest, I might as well get this show on the road. a week and a half and I will have to strap bottle rockets to my feet, just so I can move fast enough to get everything done. There’s been a few changes, size ranging from miniscule to medium.

 

1. Started internship #1 with Angie Wilson.

2. Got my hair cut so my mom will quit telling me “You look nice, but it doesn’t look like you brushed your hair” and I can kind of start looking like I’m 24 and not 4. I’d rather spend money on fabric than a hair cut.

3. Started internship #2 at Anthropologie. I’m working with the wonderful Allie Zee and the visuals team.

4. Signed up for my last semester of classes at SFSU. In May 2011, I will be a college graduate.

-Surface Design, Weaving II, Exhibition Design (even though I vowed to never take another 8 hour friday class, here I am), and Latin American Art History. Oh, and 2 internships.

5. Had a visit from the wonderful Amy Wing. All good things, obviously, since she makes great things, encourages me to make great things, wants to make great things WITH me, and we got to try Tartine, finally, together. *Inspired, but whether to bake or to make things I’m not quite sure.

6. I had the pleasure of visiting Alone Larson and Brad Pettigrew while I was in Southern California for the holidays and it was a treat, to say the least. And I’m not just saying that because I know Alone just subscribed to my blog. They also took me to their friend Zoanne’s (whose last name escapes me) house and studio so that I could peer into the dwelling space of a master weaver. Holy smokes. Two looms and textiles from all around the world. So, can weaving II start, NOW, please?

7. My mom finally found me a desk that will fit more than a jar of pencils. Thanks Mama! It’s huge and has lots of drawer space, and after finding this photo, particle board never looked so good.

Why I never thought of this before is beyond me, and now that I’ve destroyed the wall behind my desk with tacks, nails, and artists tape, I feel rather silly. New desk, new plan, and a few new brain cells.

ok, I think that’s it.

yawn.

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June Fox, originally uploaded by hollie-o.

Thanks Anch!!

PS, I hope any of you readers know that if you send me a fox (email, facebook, whatever) I post it for fox fridays. It has become one of my favorite things ever ever ever so please do.

 

I know I have a lot of very fashion forward friends, so I’m sure a lot of you have seen this video already.

I really loved the way he chose to speak about his work — falling in love, people watching, paying attention. I can relate to this very much so right now, even though I don’t have a beautiful blog with a deep fan base. I have time to myself, and I’m choosing to just look, and watch, and fall in love a little bit each day. I catch myself getting emotional about a piece of fabric or really well made wovens or perfect ikat or color schemes that just make me feel so happy I could emit sunshine through my fingers.

 

Most of all, remembering why I love what I do. Appreciating it all. taking it all in.

In case you wanted to purchase a little something for someone who really likes foxes… ahem.

Karolin Schnoor makes some really beautiful things and you can find them here for $5 each. Wunderbar!

Recently, I watched a Nova documentary about how the breeding of friendly or more tame foxes resulted in the domestic dogs we know today. No wonder I love both so much. I want my own place so I can have 27 dogs.

 

Happy to be home with mine. happy holidays, fools!