Happy New Year, friends! I'm writing this from my studio after a few days in the north country, not far from Robert Frost's old place (a treat: listen to this old recording of Frost reading his famous poem "The Road Not Taken"). I went to high school in New Hampshire, and there's a little part of me that will always feel at home in the snow and white pines of New England. Until day five when my Scottish blood kicks in and I get dour and depressive and I'm like GET ME OUT OF HERE GIMME SOME SPF 50 LET'S GO TO THE DESERT.
Speaking of which, the desert land sold. WHOT?! I know. Someone bought it that's not me. Someone will say "I bought twenty acres of magical desert land in Joshua Tree for a steal and I'm going to park my trailer on it until I can afford to plop an off-the-grid prefab on it somewhere down the line" and that person is an asshole because that's what I WAS GOING TO DO. I teared up when I got the news first thing Christmas morning and P. had to console me (although truth be told I think he was even more crestfallen than I) by coaxing me out of bed with the promise of hot chocolate AND Bailey's AND whipped cream for breakfast.
Yes, we're heartbroken. But as P's Marine combat buddy used to say, "You can have everything in life, just not all at the same time." I've written that phrase a few times in posts over the years. It's a good reminder. We are so blessed in our lives, so grateful for what we have, and not owning some land in the desert is okay.
And so it's time to put my head down and get back to work, gear up for my thesis this spring and catch up on the mountain of Block Shop emails and international orders (you GUYS. We are just about sold out. In one week. THANK YOU from the bottom of my little corgyn heart! And if we still owe you an email or response please bear with us while little ole' Hopie and I get caught up. Thank you for your support and patience!) Maybe 2013 won't be the Year of Desert Land Buying, but it sure will be the Year of Starting a Sustainable Textile Business With My Kid-Sister, and that, friends, is about the most exciting thing I can possibly imagine.
So happy 2013 to all of you. You who have been such dear friends and supporters and crackling wits and kindred spirits, you who have followed bigBANG from Joshua Tree to Jaipur to Brooklyn and all the places in between.
Thank you. I raise my mug of spiked hot chocolate to you. xoxo