There is nothing like an adventure; nothing is better than coming home.
Vacation 30A Style.
*Quote of the Month from Lettergirl.
The house above in Seaside, Florida was designed by Samuel Mockbee.
Get out and join us for the
14th Annual Doo-Nanny
@ The Museum of Wonder in Seale, Alabama:
Starting with the Possum Trot Auction Parade on Fridaythe 26th of March, 2010 at
And going through Sunday Afternoon the 28th of March at 5:30 pm
Music + Art
Alabama Studio Style Book Signing
Trunk Show, Sewing Workshop & More
Film – Food – Fun – Fire
Rain or Shine
The Museum of Wonder
41 Poorhouse Road
Seale, Alabama 36875
**Photo thanks to Robbie Gay @ THOUGHTBARN
Journey Part 2 = Explore.
1. To traverse or range over for the purpose of discovery:
She is exploring the city.
2. To look into closely; scrutinize; examine:
Explore the possibilities.
3. To investigate: I am exploring an idea.
4. To engage in exploration: A day to explore.
Preparing for my journey to New York and looking forward to the adventure.
Plan your adventure and journey to Brooklyn to join us for events@ Spacecraft and Etsy.
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” — Mark Twain
stWhen I first thought about the blog tour for Alabama Studio Style, I did not realize what a great opportunity this was going to be to travel the world, connect with some of my favorite people and experience life from my own beautiful table. Now, half-way through, I am awed by deep, thoughtful questions, the vision of these women and sometimes, simply sitting and sewing. Here are a few of the highlights & THANK YOU to everyone who has had me round. I am looking forward to New York next week and to the rest of the tour. A few of my favorites:
True to my post on Monday (below), I am taking off early this week for a little family road trip…
Have a great weekend.
Happy trails – until Monday again.
The island itself is of volcanic origin and has small rock mountains (really hills) on the Atlantic side while the archipelago side is flat and sandy. At the southeastern Atlantic edge of the island – and archipelago – is a tiny cove which is really just a curved beach with a small volcanic hill slightly offshore. The small hill is covered with all types of sea birds and the water swirls through the chute between the island and beach with incredible force. The beach is virtually inaccessible from all sides; to get there, you must hike, traverse a lagoon, rock climb, shimmy around edges and corners before finally dropping onto the sand..
I had that small cove in my sights as I arrived on the island, but it took me some weeks to find time, when the weather permitted, to make my way there. I packed a small bag of supplies one morning and headed out. Three hours later, I arrived at the small strip of sand, maybe the smallest beach in the entire archipelago. The beach sits next to a large reef of dead coral. The Atlantic was so strong that the huge pieces of coral were crashing together in the waves and making a sound like a symphony. Hence, I named the spot “Singing Coral.”
I stood there completely alone, in awe of the coral, the ocean, the sky and the fact that I had made it around the world, around the lagoon and around my life. The currents seemed so strong but I had an overwhelming urge to swim. It was like everything in the universe pushed me to the water. I dropped my pack and swam towards the middle of the cove where the water seemed slightly calmer. I lay there – floating on my back – looking at the sky and then rolled to my stomach to look down into the depths of the cove. When I turned and opened my eyes, I realized that I was swimming in the middle of a school of barracuda. Floating there, it seemed as if thousands of barracuda swam around me in their slow, silent, circular funnel that continued as far into the depths as my eyes could see. I lay there still, shocked, terrified and strangely invigorated…
As slowly as their circular path, I began a small paddle back to my little beach. Slowly, slowly I moved and breathed and swam until my feet touched sand. Standing back on the beach, I let out a whoop that could-be-heard-around-the-world and thought, “I will never be afraid of life again.”
That was the day that I started my journey to Project Alabama, and now Alabama Chanin. To this day, I strive to live my life with the same courage and conviction I felt as my whoop joined the song of Singing Coral and the universe.
To the next decade – may we all find the courage to swim with barracuda and sing to the stars…
After a bit of reflection this week, I am able to answer a question that has evaded me for a decade:
What inspired you to start this work? I was inspired and taken by the beautiful decay of an archipelago and how everything was used – everything. It inspired me to begin collecting scraps of paper, taking photographs, finding discarded stories and trying to build them back together – a technique I used with t-shirts (and my life) once I arrived and settled in New York. I never really moved back to Vienna.