art night

sometime ago i read something on flea market style by guest poster jeanne oliver.  she was talking about my hood.  and the barn.  and i was wading through the depths of my grandparents belongings.  and wallowing in vintage nostalgia.  i commented on her blog.  we emailed.  and then...the week before haiti.  when my heart was wide open and i was struggling with faith but just so open to every possibility.  at the height of my inspiration.  i met her.  she wanted the parking space next to mine.  she wanted my shopping cart.  my heart was racing because i've never met a "real" blogger.  i introduced myself and felt like the most amazing cad.  a blog stalker.  a weirdo in the parking lot of michael's.  so silly.  i had been inspired by her art, inspired by her words, and encouraged to be vulnerable.  and i knew i just had to take that step.  there are no accidents.

{B} and i went to art night at the barn last night hosted by jeanne.  i walked away feeling accomplished and satisfied at the end result.  i never once thought...i am not an artist.  i cannot do this.  i was just open to the experience.  a blank canvas.  

i walked away with jeanne oliver inspired art.  and a million ideas for the horseshoe market and the wood butcher.  the night was valuable in ways i had never imagined.  i am really looking forward to the next event.