Okay, so I missed January...

I've been a very bad blogger.

A very, very, very bad blogger. But now I'm back.

I've been feeling a little tattered lately, and pondering life a little. You know life...the stuff that happens.

I have always felt that my little store 'happened' to me. It wasn't as much a conscious decision as it was an unconscious one. I bought two hats. You don't think much about buying two hats.

Then I bought a hundred hats. I found feathers, and veiling, and bolts and bolts of ribbon. Then paper beckoned, and pearls, and heaps of chain and metal. Since the day I opened my doors as a real brick and mortar store, I always felt like it was its own entity, and I raced after it trying to catch up to what it was becoming.

I think it seems like its own self because it is really made up of so many things, so many ideas, and of course, so many artful people. Everyone who steps through its doors brings some vision of what it can be: for them, for others, and ultimately, for me. I think if we had to give Lily a face, it would be one that shimmered slightly, and changed constantly. And in her visage, I would see glimpses of all the women I know.

This year is going to be interesting. It already is.

Just look around you.