My Story

i’m that girl roxy

I’m the girl that continues to buy a large portion of my houseware items from the thrift store, by choice. I am home spun. I enjoy gardening, picking fruits to make my own preserves for Christmas gifts – even better if I can stop alongside the road to gather from an abandoned apple or apricot tree. I have gathered porcupine quills by tossing a sweater on the unfortunate road incident. I saved scraps from the recycled wool coats and skirts that I have sourced for rug hooking, observing every piece to be of some sentimental value prior to dismantling a gentleman’s jacket or a wool skirt worn by a women in the 1940’s, salvaging even the tags to create my own crazy quilt which I now consider an heirloom piece. Though complete in size and integrity, it leaves opportunity to compliment it with even more.

Artwork
I have a huge respect for all artwork and yet frequently, find myself most attracted to rudimentary pieces formed by the artists who have struggled to find the finished product and yet it remained unfinished or blemished in some way. Maybe a piece of pottery that is too heavy or lopsided. A painting that is rudimentary in nature discarded, because the artist did not see their own personal stamp in the mistakes made. One of my most treasured vases was made most likely, by some student in school using coils of clay that they formed in their palms and then placed together tightly to create an object of beauty. This child probably took that piece home with pride and produced it to their parent, but later in life, I have found it at a thrift store, abandoned. I treasure it as if my own child had delivered it to me, because the character; not only of the person who created it, but of the object itself – speaks to my soul.

Homespun
I choose home to nest in and create sanctuaries of security. I prefer home cooked meals and cherish being able to prepare fresh ingredients into something that nourishes and strengthens us. My days are often filled with intrigue for one project or the next, and I rarely just sit idle unless this is the quiet times of the day. The  mornings I treasure, as I have always remained a morning person. I love getting up to the quiet, before all of the hustle and bustle begins surrounding our senses and drowning out our meditative moments.

Family Dynamics
I take care of family, in life and death even when it’s inconvenient and painful, because it still provides joy and internally I believe I have been much blessed as a result. These gestures of friendship or gratitude are often just out of love and knowing intimately what may bring joy to their heart, and ultimately for both parties. My mother, who is the inspiration for this blog finds herself with limited time while she is currently on palliative care and yet, still creates what she can from knitting and sewing her quilts. These, she plans to give as gifts from the heart. It’s absolutely, such a beautiful thing.

The Library
I enjoy reading and have at least one book floating around at all times that I pick up periodically, but not a book worm at all. I like a book to sink into like “Pillars of the Earth” I love biographies and autobiographies which help me understand how the souls of others seek out solace in this life – I loved reading about ravens, the titanic and even “Juliette Drouet love letters to Victor Hugo”. I have a set of Hugo books… I can go to Powell’s in Portland Oregon and still be in awe and wonder – the library soothes me too and choosing a book there, well, that gives me a reminiscence of when I was young.

And yet, I can execute design in homes, run a business, walk with confidence in a pencil skirt and jet set off for a vacation of relaxation and warmth with friends.

I am an artist. We are all artists. I like to inspire others and help with guidance and encouragement when I can. I enjoy being active and engaged whenever possible with my surroundings and the world. I enjoy walking and even like walking in the rain. Who doesn’t?