Monday, December 15, 2014

My First Savannah Show

Well, my first experience in a Savannah show was on Saturday! What an experience it was. It was a beautiful day to spend outdoors, thankfully. We were there a full day basically, and the skies were bright and sunny. I actually had to ditch the scarf and jacket because it ended up being pretty warm with highs at 70! Crazy. December in Savannah is kind of awesome. 

It was a great opportunity to meet other artists and vendors. Everyone was so helpful and receptive, which is a nice welcome to the newcomer. I was a legit rookie among these people! I learned a great deal and got excellent advice to take with me to the next show. 



Among the vendors was artist Lee Ann DeLeo. She's an amazing photographer and also has lovely oil paintings. Check out her available work at her website. She's also the leader of Down with Dogs Yoga at Bonna Bella Yacht Club.


My husband's favorite vendor was Georgia Oyster Knife. He spent my profits at this booth. HA.


I also met Veronica of Huckleberry 6. She doesn't have a website yet, but I told her she has to get one! Her work is so great. She makes soaps and bath products, banners, aprons, and plenty of other cool stuff. My favorite was her fabric maps. She uses any fabrics you choose and sews them together to create a unique framed map. The frame itself is made of old road maps. I loved this idea!

And lastly, I met the sweet ladies of The QuaileLine, Anne and Ellie. They make these painted horseshoe crabs, how adorable?! They have all sorts of styles to choose from and also do special order. Anything you can dream up they can do. Oh, and I should mention, no horseshoe crabs are harmed in the making of this product! They find and collect the crabs that have already passed. It's a great way to recycle and give them new life.


As for the Boot, she stayed with my cousin Brooke and had a play day with cousins Cooper and Jackson. Needless to say, she went to bed yesterday at 5:40 and I woke her up this morning (yes, WOKE her) at 8:15. She was EXHAUSTED! Those boys wore her out. 


The work I did not sell will be listed in my Etsy shop later today. Such a fun weekend, thanks to everyone that came out to support the locals. Amazing community here in Savannah.  Thanks again, Bonna Bella, for hosting!

Friday, December 12, 2014

Dear Evans


To my girl, Evans, on your first birthday,

When I sat down to write you this letter, I tripped over one of your many toys. It's still singing and blinking red and yellow on the ground where I just stubbed my big toe. When I put your pajamas on you tonight, I couldn't wait for your bedtime so that I could sit down. By the time I laid you down, I stared at you on the video monitor, thinking just how much I love your little face. I thought how very much like motherhood that is. Along the way I've fallen down, I've been hurt, but all the while you sing and light up my world like no one else could. Just like your blinking toy that's still buzzing at my feet.

A year ago I was pregnant. Waiting not so patiently on your arrival. Waiting to see what your face would look like. Would you have your daddy's eyes, my smile? Waiting to hold your sweet hands. Waiting to look at your eyes and hear your cries for the very first time. Waiting for that epidural. On December 13, 2013 at 12:06pm, that wait was over. I remember looking at you and processing 'ok, that's her, my daughter'.  I was a clueless new mom and you were unsure of your surroundings in a big new world. Honestly, when we looked at each other, we were both confused. We were strangers, and yet we knew each other. Only a mother could understand.

Two days later we brought you home. I soon realized that nursery I had poured over for weeks on end to get just right didn't matter too much. We spent little time in there the first four months. Those months were a learning curve for both of us. Survival of the fittest. You hated to sleep. Most of your first days were spent crying at decibels that scared our dog Blakely. She would run outside to hide from your shrills. There were times I remember wanting to do the same. Your nights were spent constantly feeding, snacking, and screaming. I remember thinking to myself it had to get better, didn't it? It had to. I would tuck you in at night, swaddled, white noise, all the stops all other mothers before me swore by, and yet you weren't buying into any of it. So, awake every couple of hours we went. I told myself 'it won't be like this for long'. And looking back, it wasn't. At sixteen weeks, you slept through the night and have ever since. Now when I lay you down at night, I can hardly wait for you to wake up. Waiting on you to fill the house with your sounds. Sounds I no longer want to run and hide from, but rather run to. Waiting not so patiently to kiss your cheeks and tell you 'good morning'. No longer strangers, with a love only a mother could comprehend.

At 4 months you learned to roll over. Your daddy and I were so excited for you, not fully realizing how busy you would soon be. At 5 1/2 months you were learning to crawl, and had it mastered by 6 months. At 7 months you pulled up, at 10 months you took your first steps, and at 10 1/2 months you were walking. Now at one year, you are practically running everywhere and climbing everything. You sleep so well at night and for your naps, and it's no wonder because your waking hours are spent on the move. We encourage your curiosity and love to watch the way you study things. Your daddy says you'll be an engineer one day the way you pick apart your toys and try to disassemble and reassemble them all. Who knows what your potential will be. I wish I could bottle up your innocence and happiness to take with you along the way.

You've always been a jabberer, making raspberries and jibbers since you were around 2 months old. You carry on conversations with yourself. You love to drop your sippy cup and say "uhhh ohhhhh". You've been able to say "mama" and "dada" for a while now, but our new favorite is to hear you say "hiiiiii" and "heeeeeyyyyy" in your little southern voice. You put a drawl on your words already, a habit someone along the way will probably try to correct, but their efforts will likely be unsuccessful. You just smile real big and say "hiiiiiii y'all" all you want to, okay, Evans? Southern girls usually get their way, anyhow. Just ask your daddy.

Food is very exciting to you. Although you aren't waking at night anymore, you still love to eat. Your favorite place is your high chair. You could sit there for an hour or more if I kept putting food on your plate. Just like your great-granddaddy Deedaw, you really appreciate food. You don't appreciate when the meal runs out, and are very vocal about this. A true southerner, indeed.

You still love your thumb. Another habit I know that we will one day have to break you of, but for now I love to see you soothe yourself. My heart nearly explodes when I see you and that thumb before bedtime or when you are in a situation you aren't sure about. I hate to see you upset, and you've had a few tumbles that caused big tears. You bounce back rather quickly, and I know it won't always be this way. I know that one day you'll experience real heart break and real let downs, but for now I can fix you with a kiss and a Mommy loves you. Just know that down the road I will be there for you even if the fixes aren't as fast, and the boo-boos seem a little more permanent. Mommy loves you.

My hope for you is that you'll continue to explore and learn. I hope the next year you are met with as many new experiences as the first. Thank you for showing me how to look at life through innocent eyes. Thank you for the sleepless nights, the spit up covered shirts, the stinky diapers, and especially the smiles. Thank you for showing me what 2, 3, and 4 AM look like. Thank you for teaching me patience and unconditional love. Thank you for being YOU, and thank God for making me your mommy.

Mommy loves you. 

















Thursday, December 11, 2014

Bonna Bella Arts & Crafts Fair

One of the great things about Savannah is the art scene. Atlanta had a big art scene as well, don't get me wrong, but it always felt overwhelming to me to jump in being a huge city and all. Savannah is just right. Artsy but still has a small town feel. There's plenty of inspiration here for my landscapes. I can't drive to a grocery store without passing water, marsh, wildlife and mossy oaks. Love this place!


Sunday Bonna Bella Yacht Club is hosting an arts and crafts fair. There will be 13 vendors, myself included, selling our creations. Just in time for Christmas! Not sure what to gift someone special? Give them something unique straight from Savannah.


The weather is going to be sunny and highs around 60. They have plenty of indoor warm seating and heaters on the deck, so don't be shy! Come out and support the locals, have brunch, and take in the view.


I've been working my fingers to the bone to get new paintings up and ready. I'll have several sizes, including new mini paintings I've been working on. I'll also have mini Bluff Drive sketches. I'm excited to be part of a community of creatives, putting ourselves and our work out there for the public to enjoy. It's truly humbling when someone chooses your work to treasure in their own home. Words couldn't describe the gratitude I feel for all of my clients.




Thanks to everyone helping me, from babysitters to my sweet hubby who will be keeping me company during the show. (I forced him.) Bonna Bella Yacht Club, Sunday, December 14th from 12-4. See you there!