it sometimes happens

The original.

It was back in January when I got the email, it was from Vickie Howell saying she had stumbled across one of my photos online and was wondering if I would mind if she used it in her upcoming book. I was shook, cripes I watched Vickie on PBS and Knitty Gritty when I was first learning to knit!

A few things ran through my head:

No.1 I still really love the Beekeepers Quilt and I still really love my Constellation Charts.

No.2 Holy Shit!

No.3 Why did I stitch a Taurus chart and photograph it? No one in my family is a Taurus, and my original picture was from 2011 and for the absolute life of me I can’t remember why Taurus.

No.4 Feeling pretty justified in watermarking my photos. I’ve always debated with myself if it was worth the extra effort to do so, or if it just came across as pretentious. I never did it thinking it was going to stop people from stealing them, I did it just to make sure no matter where they ended up that hopefully people could track it back to me. (Granted it only took 8ish years, but it worked ..haha!)

The publisher needed a hi resolution version of the image and I panicked, not knowing if my then early 2000s Nikon Coolpix point and shoot even took publisher quality hi-res images (back in the day image files were huge and my little 32mb SD card embarrassing by todays standards) ..did I even kept the original ..what if I didn’t keep the f’ing original!!!! Anyways, after sifting through old flash drives I finally found it, I sent off a few images not fully knowing what I was doing or what they were looking for, then a little while later Vickie asks me what are the odds I have something even higher resolution, I didn’t, but I still had the puffs, so we decided a reshoot would be the fix, it was, and now I have a picture in a book. ๐Ÿ’•

It’s October

I forget how quick the light changes as soon as it’s decidedly fall. I’m taking note of the dirty hues for future color palettes and appreciating the unkept beauty and melancholy of the last roses. Still feeling a little of that unsettled creativity, not knowing what will be the next shift, getting comfortable sitting in the uncomfortable. There’s a dark wash of color on my hook, and moments when we’re desperately trying to hang on to the light, capturing the late blooms in crochet and making jewels with the lavender from grandmas garden. It’s October, it’s familiar.

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