Finding Home # 2: Safe and Sound

I finished my last post with a question. "What does "home" mean to you?"

Home is being free

to be nude

to be happy

to be sad

to be angry.

Home is knowing you'll be able to sleep with out fear or interuption.

Home is that feeling that you get when you walk through your front door.

Home is knowing your safe

to be yourself,

to feel whatever it is you were putting off feeling when you weren't home.

Home is....wide and tall, and small and cozy.

This is what home means to me.

L'atelier de la Petite Dame: Up Coming Events!

Hello all!

 

There are a couple of events that I'll be attending.

 

The 38TH Annual Atlantic Antic street festival on Sunday September 30th. The Atlantic Antic is a living tribute to the myriad of heritages that coexist in Brooklyn. Spanning four neighborhoods from Hicks Street to Fourth Avenue, the Antic is the largest street festival in New York City! From start to finish, Atlantic Avenue is transformed into a sea of entertainment offering something for everyone. I'll be at the Biddies and Blokes Second Hand Garb Booth (located between Bond and Nevins street)!

 

On Saturday October 6th, I'll be heading to Philly for the American Dreaming Pop-up Mall.

I'm so excited. I have some new product that I'll be unveiling at these events so come on out and show your support!!

 

A la prochaine!

New Project: Finding Home

"Home is a feeling, not a place."

 

    Have you ever met a world traveler? Someone whose travelled there whole life? Someone who feels like the road is home? Did you ever notice that they never seem out of place? How they seem to be able to set up camp anywhere, and be perfectly settled and at home.

 

   Do you know anyone who lives on there bare necessities/ How many times have you thought they where crazy? Or that maybe its okay for them, but you could never do it? Have you ever noticed how much happier they seem from everyone else you know....from you?

 

I've never felt that safe feeling that comes with being at home. Most times I'll be at out and counting the minutes until I can get home. But once I get there all I want to do is run back out the door. I can never figure out why I wanted to be in this place, or why it's called home. It could actually be anywhere. It's like...I'm always tittering on the edge of belonging.

 

"Home is a feeling, not a place."

 

This is my quest to find that feeling called home.

Something to think about...

If you didn't know what failure was what would you do? 

How many times have you really wanted to do something, but backed out at the last minute due to fear that you wouldn't be any good at it? That you would probably fuck up, and everybody would know that you failed? I do this. I do it more often then I'd like to. Fear of failure is a self imposed tool to make you fail. No one is going to say you failed because you tried. And think of all the new things you could learn by taking a chance.

I'm taking a chance. I want to live my dream. I want to give back. I want to wake up every morning and be excited about the things I do. I want to find my joy, I want to find my freedom. I can't do any of these things carrying around a whole mess of self doubt. Neither can you.

Words to Live By

"If you don't build your dream, someone will hire you to build theirs"

Every time I'm thinking about giving up because it seems so hard. Every time I think I'm to tired, too un-skilled...etc etc etc. I think of these words, and they always put things into perspective for me.