This time last week, I was home from our Open See whirlwind at Henri Bendel. I was back home in my living room, with our luggage and samples piled by the front door. Back home to my sweet son, with his new muppet from FAO, and back to the cutest little cottage house with the big backyard and red chairs sitting on the green grass.
I was so in a daze, it's quite an effort taking your sick baby to New York City.
And it was quite something having shown the buyer my British wool pieces and seeing that there was no interest in my fall pieces in half of a New York minute (for now anyway).
But tonight finds me and Jo Ellen in the same living room, surrounded by English dresses for our little girls. Laughing hysterically as Jo Ellen clutches one of the dresses that smells so lovely of English laundry soap, she can't stand it- while Mimi insists on wearing her new Peppa Pig dress over her footed pajamas. and it says,
"Peppa Pig to the rescue!"Last Friday two minutes before they opened the doors at Open See. me, no sleep, and minor panic attack happening.
The line.
the night before:
My lovely Mimi in a Selima Bondbon at Henri Bendel. (Mimi is wearing a special Henri Bendel inspired outfit with a houndstooth print, that Grandma bought her for the occasion).
A room of dreams. For those who design hair accessories anyway.
and downstairs on the lower level:
Mimi and I met Indie, of Indie Lee at her trunk show. She created her line of natural products after she survived brain tumor surgery. She is very inspirational, her line is fabulous, and she put me at ease over my own skull tumor situation ("frontal sinus osteoma"/Hopkins neurosurgeons will watch and wait w/me, and rescan this fall-UGH). She was so tender to Mimi, and let her wear her bracelet while she treated her to lotion. So sweet.
Matt and I, in 17 months had never spent so much alone time with Mimi. It was good for us to experience our gorgeous and sweet daughter together. Even if she wasn't feeling well- she was such a little trooper. and loved all the mini dogs walking with their owners on the streets, and all the sights and sounds.
It's been a hard week for me. Wondering if I'm truly crazy for being obsessed with British wool, wondering if I've gone too far dragging my family into all this. But now in retrospect, I think it was just the struggle of the trip that caused me so much stress. (Open-See dictates you line up early on 5th Avenue, so I had a husband on the street at 5:30am so that I could mind my baby back at the hotel til we switched places at 8am. Craziness.)
(the Lou Lou band, from Izzy Lane tweed offcuts. heavenly!)
I want to take a moment and say thank you to everyone who has encouraged me during my 3 year British Wensleydale wool felting career. My family, my friends, customers, and my shopkeepers. You're all the best. XX
