It's autumn: time for harvest and plenty and front porches spilling over with gourds and mums and corn shocks. If I had a pumpkin, I would photograph it for you, but shopping for vegetables I do not intend to eat has not yet made it to a daily priority list. I did take a nice little trip to Michigan for my birthday, though, and snapped this fine fall-time pic at the Blackbird Crossing Vintage Market.
While we were there, we walked in to a Hunt & Gather pop-up market going on in the back of the building and met the lovely and gracious, Carey; shop-owner, event-planner, market-coordinator extraordinairre, who invited me to participate in the next big show in November in Crown Point, IN. I was planning on attending as a guest, but never imagined I'd have the chance to set up so soon! A few days later, this happened:
Woot!! Click here for details on this event, which features two evenings of remarkable vintage finds and talented artisans. Shop Thursday and enjoy live music, drinks and gourmet food!
Despite the fact that I haven't brought in the decorative harvest and have yet to bake a pumpkin roll, my heart is so abundantly full these days with new friendships and opportunities and truth being spoken into my life. Besides the honor of being able to participate in Hunt & Gather, I've also been accepted into the INDIEana Handicraft Exchange Holiday Mini Market on December 5 in Indianapolis!!
For a few years I've been struggling with feelings that my work is just a time-sucking hobby, a road block in the path of the earth-shattering and elusive thing God had for me to "do." The guilt tugged at me when I lacked the support I felt I needed from loved ones, when the pastor's sermon harped about the "good things" that get in the way of the "best" things, when I would lie in bed at night listening to the voices of what I used to call the "craft demons" filling my head with new ideas. All of these feelings and messages burrowed into my mind and spirit like prickly burrs convincing me I had some kind of addiction, that my passions were nothing more than distractions.
A breakthrough came, though, this spring, when a dear sister, who has since gone home to Jesus, ecouraged me to let go of some of my insecurities and share my "gifts" more with the world. Here's just a little snippet of what she shared with me that day: