little cloth girl & moi

Looking back over the last few months, I’ve realized that Little Cloth Girl was really everyday flight from harsh reality and daily problems that I was managing by handling my needle. I adore Little Cloth Girl and all the pretty things from my little fabric. I’ve put so much love and attention in every single bag, so even if things don’t turn out as I hope, I will still be very proud of myself. At last, I am not a businessman. And I’ll tell you that it’s certainly great privilege if you are able to create from your heart. The biggest issue now appears to be listing items on my etsy shop, because I need photographer and my boyfriend is currently busy with his own projects. Should I find a new boyfriend photographer or I will learn to be patient? Oh sweet patience, you were never really good friend of mine. 

p.s. photos are from last Saturday when I packed my suitcase and I exposed the secret world of Little Cloth Girl to curious passengers at local handmade fair here in my hometown. We embellished our booth with roses, some antique furniture and  prints of collages  I made for Audrey Grace. I survived the day with four coffees, pack of cigarettes and with the help of my friend. (photos on flickr)

p.p.s. I realized that my sentences are kind of messy lately. I am experiencing terrible writer’s block :)