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2018 Adventures

June: Ogunquit with All the parents!

Yes, you read that correctly. We went away for the weekend with my parents and my husbands parents. We stayed for three nights, they each stayed two nights, and we had one night overlapping where we all hung out together. It was fun! Seriously, we had a lovely time.

plaque made by my talented father-in-law

view from our room

walking the beach

July: Metfern Cemetery

There is a cemetery sort-of hidden in the woods behind my husband’s great uncle’s house, and we look for it with my mother-in-law during the July 4th cookout. Last year, we just got lost in the woods. But this year, we found it! It’s a collection of numbered graves from residents of the Metropolitan State Hospital and the Fernald School. There’s actually been an ongoing project to give names to all the numbers, and you can read about it here.

view of the cemetery as we emerged from the woods

July: Winery

Sometimes we go to the winery with my cousin, Julie and our friend, Lily and they always want to take a picture and they always looks amazing and I always look like this:

I don’t know why I can’t look normal

August: Sullivan Sibling Summit

My mother-in-law has a million siblings (just kidding, she has 9 siblings) and this year they planned a reunion and it was AMAZING! As a family, we rented an entire hotel on this golf course in New Hampshire. My husband’s uncle showed us around an abandoned train station in the woods at night. We found a great fabric store just down the street. 10/10, would go again.

our room had this cool fire exit / back entrance

the whole family minus one cousin

August: Clark’s Trading Post

We popped in for a quick visit on the way home from the family reunion to relive growing up.

the bear was not amused

September: Cousin’s Wedding

My cousin got married! I don’t know why I didn’t take any pictures of her or with her, but I did take these other pictures so that’s what I have to share.

just some tree

Norm & Kerry: wedding dates for life

me & a different cousin, with guest appearances by: another cousin and my aunt!

October: Disney 2018

Because we went at the very end of October, we got to see and celebrate Halloween, enjoy Epcot’s Food & Wine Festival, and saw the start of Christmas. We figured out that if I take a nap every afternoon, I don’t turn into a zombie at 8 pm. And we went on Soarin’ 4 times! Because the line was very short!

obligatory People Mover selfie

Candy corn ice cream!

I eat a lot of ice cream

found my sister-in-law

always making friends with the ducks

2018 had it’s trash moments, but we had some fun times. See you tomorrow, 2019!

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2015 in Review

“AH HA HA HA HA HA!”- Me, after realizing I haven’t blogged since June. Whoops! My bad.

2015 was a crazy year! I started out working for myself and running my own small business full time. It was incredible! I worked on structuring my days, balancing blog posts with sewing projects, hunting down craft fairs to apply for, and developing and introducing new products. It was a whirlwind of learning and adventure.

Then, over the summer, several very important things happened:

1) I joined the Windsor Farmers’ Market!

2) I got a part time job! Because after 6 months of business-ing it on my own, I realized that if I still wanted to eat I would need an alternate source of income. At first I was like, “Yep. This is what failure tastes like.” But then I was like, “Ooh, caught myself in time. No shame in restructuring my life to continue doing what I love!” (Which, in case you forgot, is sewing and watching Documentaries all day.)

3) I parted ways with a boy who wasn’t right for me.

All these things paved the way for some other things that happened in the Fall:

1) I signed on for the Windsor Winter Market, and participated in Windsor’s Autumn Moon Festival and the Legion’s (/Lisa’s) annual craft fair!

2) I was offered a supervisor position at work!

3) I started dating my person. And my Mom’s, “When you know, you know,” phrase now makes sense.

I sometimes forget that things don’t just magically “work” because I try for them. And that it’s ok for me to reassess people and situations in my life and scale back from them, or let go entirely. I couldn’t float myself on my business last year, but I still more than doubled profits compared to 2014. I’m in a nurturing relationship with a guy who’s equally my partner in crime and my best friend. And while I missed a couple Farmers’ Markets due to scheduling conflicts at work, I’m finding my new balance between my “outside” work responsibilities and my “inside”/working from home responsibilities.

AND my Mom ENCOURAGED me to play with my potatoes on Christmas! “Don’t you want to make some little snowmen or something?” she said.

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(photo credit: Jordan)

Happy and healthy New Year, everyone!

Craft Fairs and personal doubts

March was the time to seek out summer long Craft Fairs and Farmer’s Markets since most applications needed to be in by the beginning of April. I found a few that interested me, that I thought would be a good fit for me and my bags. I know that the best thing for my business is to get involved in them. But I doubted myself.

I was/ still am afraid of shelling out the application fee, usually$10-$25, and then nothing coming of it. Waiting to hear back it tough-will they keep my application fee and let me down easy? Or will they invite me to pay another $250+ to become a weekly participant?  And if I’m accepted, I’m locked in. I struggle to explain what I do to PEOPLE I KNOW, and now I’ll have to talk to strangers? And convince them that buying my bags is money well spent?

I missed the deadline for the Norwich Farmers’ Market, but printed the applications for the Hanover Farmers’ Market (Wednesdays), Lebanon Farmers’ Market (Thursdays), and the Windsor Farmers’ Market (Saturdays), as well as a couple one-day fairs. I’d still have time during the week to sew, and I’d have a nice little schedule.

I sent in my Hanover application, and held off on Windsor. Their deadline is the week before it starts, at the end of May, and my boyfriend was deciding if he wanted to share table space with me. I was more reluctant about Lebanon. They only accept 5 crafters, and if your materials are local or you can provide a demonstration you take precedence over the other applicants. Neither apply to me. Plus, the application fee was more expensive, and I was worried about losing the money. I didn’t end up applying to that one.

I heard back from Hanover last week and I was not accepted. I was disappointed and relieved. I wouldn’t have to put my self on display every Wednesday, but I also wouldn’t get the exposure from the summer tourists I was hoping for. I’m still waiting to hear from Windsor, which I’ve been the most hopeful about.

I’m not good at selling myself, or my work. I’m not good at talking to people about myself and not wringing my hands or picking my nails. I trip over my words while I try to describe my process as accurately as possible. Here are some actual things I have said at craft fairs:

“All these bags are handmade! Well, with a sewing machine. I use my hands though, to, ugh, push the fabric, well guide it, uhm, through the machine… I make the patterns, with my hands…”

“I create everything myself in my studio! Well, it’s more like a work space, in my home. So I keep my desk in the living room and that’s where… I do all my work at my desk. In my living room. I don’t have pets!”

“I, well, I just sort of… When I get an idea, I have to work it out, like, I test everything I make. I want it to be durable, and I use the things I make… Not these ones, I mean I have my own to use, that I made. That are like these ones, like different versions of these ones. You can put them in the washing machine.”

And I always forget who I already saw and talked to and will ALWAYS say, “Hi, how are you?” every time someone passes by my table/tent/display. A couple years, I did a fair at a school with my friend and we were set up in the entry way. Everyone who went in had to come out again, and if they went back in we saw them even more! I remember one woman who was visibly annoyed that I kept saying hello to her. OH, OOPS. What if this happens at Windsor?! What if the same people come back every week for veggies and I just keep saying hi to them as if I have never seen them before?!

I know, deep down, that this will be a great opportunity and I will overcome my self-questioning. Well, hopefully. Anyway, I still need to hear back from the Windsor market before I get myself ALL in a tizzy.

Gram is “just fine!”

When ever I call my Gram (or my parents call her) and I ask how she is, she always (ALWAYS) says, “Well, better.” As if to imply that she has been ill. She started this around the time my parents switched from inviting her to dinner 6 nights a week to 3ish. She’ll elaborate by explaining that she doesn’t know what to do with all the sticks she collected from her yard (she keeps them in the garage) or her house is dirty (she literally sweeps dirt under the rugs) or her car is broken (the dash is lit up like a Christmas tree and she refuses to have it looked at). None of which have anything to do with health or well being.

This was not the case when I talked to her yesterday.

GramIsFine

Nationality Math with Mom

Please remember. She teaches math to children.

Nationaility Math with Mom

If you could eat one food for the rest of your life…

One Food

Cody, Cody, Cody. It totally works that way.

Am I an adult?

A few weeks ago, my parents were invited to a birthday party. My mom asked if she should pass the message along to my brothers and me but was told no, because the party was only for adults and small children.

Now, the story could have been relayed to me incorrectly. But when I first heard this I was rageful, because I was hurt. I consider myself an adult. I consider my younger brothers to be adults, as well. I spent so much of my childhood looking up to someone who, even now, doesn’t consider me an equal? My feelings were hurt, and I needed some time to process them.

But you know what? It doesn’t matter. The facts are: I’m 26 years old. I live 200 miles away from my parents.

Wareham to Windsor

I regularly set up my Lego collection on my car rug and play for hours.

Kerry Town

I eat off planet plates for almost every meal.

Space Plates(source– get your own set!)

I have a 2-foot tall stuffed penguin that sits at the kitchen table. (At least for right now,) I run a small business out of my home. I’m honest, and I know the weight that words can carry.

As long as I’m happy with who I am, how others view me doesn’t matter.


Hello, I’m Kerry! Maker. Sewist. Fan of all things bright.

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