We're back from Portland.
We did something we never do when we go to Market - we stayed a few extra days. Saw the city. Drove to the coast. Slept until 8:30 one morning. Lingered over breakfast. I guess you could call it a mini vacation.
Here's the thing about going to Market and getting away - you get a renewed perspective and a feeling of rejuvenation.
We went to a ton (maybe five) quilt shops (which I hardly ever do on vacation) and got some terrific ideas. We wandered through antique malls and junk stores looking for nothing in particular, and finding exactly what I needed: Inspiration. We drove through quaint little tree lined towns in the pouring rain and wondered if the windshield wipers of the rental car could ever keep up. We commented at least once an hour on how green everything was and how much it rained. And as we drove to no place in particular I could feel my empty tank begin to fill.
One afternoon I bought a pile of slick magazines and as I paid the clerk nearly $80 I thought, wow what a waste of money. But as I returned to the car and started thumbing through the glossy pages I could feel my heart begin to race. (Don't you love how just looking at pretty pictures from creative people makes you feel)? Motivated. Turns out that stack of magazines with now dog eared pages was worth its weight in gold.
I spent the first day back at work doing displays (no surprise there), trying some things I saw before they were forgotten. I fluffed and puffed and tweaked this store that I love so much and proudly smiled when I overheard a customer comment that the store just gets better and better every time she comes. After all, isn't that the goal? To constantly strive to be better and better? (I pray I never lose that desire).
I went to Portland for the fabric, but came home with a whole new attitude.
It's good to get away but it's so good to be home!
Encourage one another,