All of you know it takes a lot to draw me away from what makes me…me. A life of lace-making, designing, drawing and exploring the natural world. I found out what it takes to do that last year. I have always shared small details of my personal life so you can get to know me beyond being an artist. It almost feels like an obligation, albeit minor, to explain where I went, why I haven’t been here and why I am back. I think mostly because from here on I want to share my new life with you and my new life is very different now. Without a simple explanation it may actually seem like I was abducted by aliens and plopped back down on the planet a year later in a different life altogether. That is not a distant analogy.
Here is the short and simple answer for my absence…I was divorced at the beginning of the year. At the end of the year, I moved my fur babies and Snappy Tatter 2300 miles away to a cabin on a mountaintop in Washington to live with my sweetheart. So life seemed to be stagnant, move forward extremely fast, screeched to a halt, take an about-face and fly the other direction until it just started to cruise along comfortably again. And here I am.
I have still worked, I have still drawn and done some minor things to keep busy. I have taken lots of photographs to fill my beloved “inspiration” folder on my computer. I have kept my eyes open and my mind ready. But in order to keep my internal scales balanced I had to move some things around. Snappy Tatter as a business stopped in time. I had to be okay with that. My business is not what makes me thrive…my art makes me thrive. And that stays with me in the workings of my mind even when it is not being expressed.
Snappy Tatter is back. I am back. As all the repercussions of my relatively simple divorce fell into place I realized for the first time in my years…I can go ANYWHERE.
There is a meme online that says something like…she thought she could, so she did. That was my life last year. The man I fell in love with was miles from me in an opposite kind of life that I was in. I was in the greater Pittsburgh area…very metropolitan, full of culture and easy access to everything you can think of from every ethnic restaurant to healthcare. He was on a small mountain on the border of Canada in northeast Washington living a simplified, rustic life that required hard work and was about a half hour from the smallest of towns. Our connection was, you guessed it, the internet, the phone, Skype, texting.
When we couldn’t bear to be apart any longer, he came to be with me in PA while I searched for a new home in the countryside. I kept coming up empty with options as time was ticking away inside a house I had up for sale. SHE THOUGHT SHE COULD, SO SHE DID. I moved. Away from the state I grew up in to here…a place I could only dream of being.
My Life 2.0
Snappy Tatter is open again. I have a small area to work in with my drafting table and desk. I am still sorting through alllllll of my threads, findings, beads, paperwork, boxes, photos, pencils, tablets…it goes on and on. Much of my “things” are stored in a room above the porch that is uninsulated so we have enough room in this A-frame cabin with our two cats, dog, and the guinea pig. Yes, I have a dog now. My life is unbelievable now. So incredibly different. I am different. I wanted you to know…I had to unravel everything a bit to knit my life back stronger and better for me.
So there will be new work galleries coming soon of what I have done over last year for a handful of faithful customers (thank you for your patience, Heidi). There will be photos of my new work space, maybe a few of the lazy furbabies, this wee cabin, a couple of my Love including a drawing of his handsome face, and many of the vast acres upon acres of God’s land I am now blessed to live in. Life has changed…so will Snappy Tatter. That is truly what it means to be an artist…as life changes…so does the work. And how you feel about it. Welcome everyone, into my new life.
Live, Love, Tat!
The picture above…that is part of the drive that gets us to our home. It was taken when I got here in the fall last year. We have about a mile of undocumented drive we have to travel to get in here.