I was described in this blog post as smart, good at my job, beautiful, calm, and grounded. It was said that I am a biker, a blogger, and a maker of delicious treats.
I read this description which made me feel so honored, especially knowing the source. And then I thought to myself, "that's how someone else would describe me?!" I couldn't help but be struck by what was missing. Nowhere was dancing, sewing, drawing, singing, writing - not even collaging. And I don't think this has anything to do with the beautiful woman who wrote it. It's not that she missed something. It's that I do a terrible job of sharing. Sharing what I love. Sharing the skills I have been gifted and then have worked really hard to develop. And it's not even just that I do a terrible job of sharing; I do a terrible job of allowing. Allowing myself to do these things that fill my heart and focus me and just flow out of my tired fingers. Also, allowing others to see them.
So there is definitely a good reason not to share what you do on the internet, because it is instantaneously commodified. That's the ickiness of the internet in general as it is set up today. But that's not why I don't share. I don't share because I'm embarrassed or something. Shoot. I don't even know why I don't share.
So, here's the first thing. I made this dress for my beautiful friend without a pattern. She just moved to Philadelphia. She is having a baby boy. I will be squeezing him.
