Long time, no write!

So sorry for the looong absence and woefully un-updated blog and website. I have never been a good juggler, and, unfortunately, between family, post-fire house rebuild, and art career, I’ve had too many balls up in the air. At the same time, I have never had more reasons to be thankful. My sweet family is a constant source of joy even though my baby girl is too quickly losing her baby-ness.

My little studio assistant. Melt me.

These last seven months tucked away in our tiny rental surrounded by the generosity of so many have truly been some of the happiest in our lives. Even though we expect to be here for several more months, the rebuild is finally finally finally moving full steam ahead. We can’t say enough good things about our insurance company and adjustor and contractor. It has just been a long arduous process dealing with bureaucracy and codes inspectors, but we have rounded a corner and we have WALLS!!!!! Actual WALLS!!! Hip hip hooray!!!

Wally…the new love in my life!

And that crazy art career? I still pinch myself. What in the world? The best thing about it all is that I can actually take no credit for the path I’m on. Sometimes God is just so obvious. I wish things didn’t have to be so BIG for me to see His hand, but I have always been extremely nearsighted. It takes things like the birth of my baby, the death of my best friend, the burning of my home, or the success of my art career for me to give Him the glory. In my daily grind, I am much more prone to miss His presence and rely on myself and get overwhelmed by lists and responsibilities and comparison. One day, I’ll figure it out. One day.

So here is a quick recap of what little e has been up to since the last update:

I had a fantastic show at the Art Event at Lipscomb, my former employer and the same campus as my college! Always good to see former students, colleagues and college classmates at this event.

Booth at The Art Event at Lipscomb

I had another great show in May at The Harding Art Show. I still can’t believe I have gotten in this show twice and done well both times. So surreal. This year I also got the privilege of working on a collaborative art project with the fourth graders. The three paintings we completed together turned out fantastic and they were so enthusiastic and invested in the process.  Refreshing and inspiring!

Collaborative art project with 4th graders at Harding Academy

My booth at Harding all spiffed up and ready to go

Using a little e studio chest and bucket in my display at Harding

I also brought my new 30A paintings down to the Blue Giraffe in Watercolor, Florida on Scenic Route 30A. If you have ever been to this stretch of coast in the Florida Panhandle then you know why all of them sold out by the end of the first week they arrived!

30A and starfish…I'm ready to go back to the beach!

And last but not least, my little e studio line with Creative Co-op has been popping up all over! I still get excited every time someone emails/posts/texts me about a sighting. So if you see little e me out and about, please send me a picture and info about where you saw it! I love to promote people who buy and sell my work. It’s an honor when a storeowner connects with my work and is willing to spend hard earned funds on my line. Thank you, retailers!!!! You don’t go unnoticed or unappreciated!

I plan to chronicle my little e sightings in a series of blog posts entitled “little e gets around…” so be on the lookout! Here’s a quick pic from my recent beach trip! I almost knocked two ladies over in my excitement when I spotted these journals in one of my favorite stores in Seaside, FL…Duckies!

little e gets around… Duckies in Seaside, FL! Thank you, Duckies!!!

Hopefully, it won’t be six months before I post again! In the meantime, I have a few upcoming events. A trunk show at York and Friends collaborative new venture, The Laurel Leaf, in Cool Springs Mall on June 22. And the Franklin Art Crawl at Riverside Antiques in downtown Franklin in August.

What a busy season! Prayers that I learn to juggle a little more gracefully in the coming months…

little e

Here’s a little recap of the the images, people and highlights of my trip to market this January:

Please don’t pinch me if you see me…I don’t want to wake up from this incredible dream!

So what’s next for little e? I’ve been hitting the studio hard to meet deadlines for Creative and to get ready for the Art Event at Lipscomb this weekend, February 1-3. More deadlines and then the Harding Art Show the first weekend in May. Then my first solo show in June during the run of Wizard of Oz at the Town Centre Theatre in Brentwood. Somewhere in there, I am going to need a beach trip, I think! For a complete schedule of shows and retailers who carry my originals and my line, check out the Where section on my website.

And thank you all for the prayers and kind words regarding our recent house fire. Rebuilding is slow and tedious but we truly have all that we need in our little rental. We are happy and content and loved and grateful and blessed and amazed and surrounded and supported. Beauty from ashes all around us.

with love,

little e

When I last left you, I was on top of the world. Riding the high of seeing all my licensed products in the Creative Co-op showroom in Atlanta. Dumbfounded and bleary-eyed but elated by the scope of this unexpected opportunity.

In the months following the debut I was a proud mother watching all my little baby products go out into the world, following their journey to little gift shops and boutiques throughout the United States…

and even popping up online on One King’s Lane…

I was getting calls and texts and emails and facebook messages reporting little e studio sightings all over the country. I was still selling originals faster than I could paint. I was offered my first solo show (summer of 2013 at the Town Centre Theatre!). I got into my favorite gallery at the beach, The Blue Giraffe. I celebrated my 40th birthday in my favorite spot on earth, Seaside, and was planning my daughter’s 3rd birthday trip to Disney. On top of the world.

Except this one little thing. A lamp next to my bed had a wire that was bent or crimped like a garden hose, possibly compressed under the bedside table leg. The wire was building up heat over time much like that garden hose builds up pressure if it has a kink in it. Could have been a month. Could have been a year. But it finally couldn’t take the heat any more and it caught fire. Burned a hole through our floor, hit an air duct and basically engulfed our house in flames. We were enjoying a leisurely dinner and an art crawl in Franklin. We pulled in as the first engines arrived to see fire erupting from our bedroom and smoke billowing out of our roof. We weren’t home. We weren’t asleep. We weren’t in the basement glossing paintings with a sleeping baby upstairs, which was our original plan for that night. Praise God.

My daughter’s crib was filled with insulation and rafters from the crumbling roof. Our bedroom was nothing but unidentifiable charred fragments. Our white walls were black. My recently remodeled studio, sodden and smoky. My paintings, wet and filthy or broken and burnt. Clothes, books, toys, furniture, memories, heirlooms…gone.

Everything stopped. A seismic shifting of perspective. A window opened which finally cleared out some of the smoke that had been clogging my vision. Because being on top of the world is a precarious position…especially when your foundation has been a bit cracked.

It has been almost two months since the fire. I can say without any hesitation that it is one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I have gained far more than I lost. Prior to the fire, I had been reeling in anxiety and depression and loneliness surrounding the death of one of my dearest friends, the pressures of balancing motherhood and a successful new career and moving to a money pit of a new house. Doubt and insecurity. Isolation and co-dependence. Fear and perfectionism. Social awkwardness. Time management issues. Pressure. Busy-ness became my solution. Pour all my time and energy into the one area that is experiencing success and let all other relationships, responsibilities, and opportunities fall to the wayside. Let my world shrink until it is just me and all my lovely fears. Listen to the lies whispered in my ear telling me that I am stuck in this pattern. Pray the only thing that I can even muster energy to say to God…”I can’t do this anymore.”

And then wait for God to light a match.
Watch your neighbors shelter you. Watch your friends keep vigil. Watch your church feed and clothe you. Watch your colleagues rally. Watch your family surround you. Watch strangers respond. Watch your fears recede as your worst fear unfolds. Watch your loneliness contract as your community expands. Watch your stress fade as your priorities realign. Watch doubt ebb while your faith flows. Watch your wants disappear and your needs shrink. Watch your world explode for the better as you see the hands and feet of Jesus in beautiful action.

My family is ensconced in a sweet little rental with a huge yard and a driveway perfect for riding tricycles. We have clothes, toys, books, furniture, toiletries, food. We even have amazing art on our walls thanks to sweet fellow artists who showered me with beauty, encouragement, and offers of studio space.

This weekend marks my re-entry into the world of art. After the fire and lack of inventory forced cancellation of my fall shows, I couldn’t be more excited! The contents restoration company managed to save a miraculous amount of my work so I get to honor my invitation to participate in the Fine Art in Brentwood Show and Sale this weekend. http://www.brentwoodacademy.com/page.cfm?p=3586

Friday, November 30, 5:30-8:30…Opening night with free food and beverages
Saturday, December 1, 10-6:00
Sunday, December 2, 1-5

If you’ve ever wanted to see what an answered prayer looks like, come see me and my paintings this weekend.
We have been restored.

with a heart filled with gratitude to all who have prayed, encouraged, and lavished me with love and donations,
little e

After seeing the little e line at the Atlanta Market this weekend, I may have to change my name to Big E Studio due to the size of my head. Creative Co-op made me feel like a total rock star. From the display, to the reps, to the customers, to the owners, to the details.

I had never been to market before this weekend. This was a grand introduction, for sure. I really didn’t grasp the enormity of this opportunity until I walked into that 12,000 square foot bright and bustling showroom and saw little e me staring back at me from wall after wall.

My friend Tawnya who owns C’est Moi, the store where my work was discovered by the owner of Creative Co-op, met me in the lobby of Building 2 to walk me in for the first time. Before we walked in, she stopped and looked me in the eye and tried to explain what a big deal this licensing agreement is, how distinctive this company is, how sought after their products are, how impressive their showroom is, how wide their reach. I am so glad she did that because it allowed me to take a minute to try to wrap my pea brain about what I was about to see. But nothing can really fully prepare you. I can say without a shadow of a doubt that I had no idea what I was getting myself into. And I’m so glad I had no idea because fear and lack of confidence might have prevented me from experiencing this:

That’s me, weepy and dazed, upon first arriving in the showroom.

That’s one wall of my line. Buckets, travel mugs, trays, wall decor.

One of twelve best sellers that were in my line.

Prior to walking into this showroom, I had only seen fuzzy cellphone pictures and thumbnails. The only person from Creative Co-op that I had met in person was Sandy, the rep for my area. Let me just sum it all up by saying I wept all weekend. Every single time I walked into that showroom, I was overcome. Each display was bright and colorful. Each piece they created was a perfect collaboration between my images and their vision. Their complete belief in my work and in me. Their welcome embrace and encouragement. The owners, the reps, the staff. All just as excited about me as I was about them. They loved my story and I loved that they were willing to give a complete unknown a shot at what thousands of working artists can only dream about. I do not take this for granted. I came back energized and inspired and grateful and eager. I can’t wait to see what they come up with next!

A few highlights:

My wonderful husband and Tawnya from C’est Moi, the whole reason I got this deal. We were a little excited. I can never say thanks enough. I am so glad I made that wrong turn last summer.

These two metal pieces were fantastic. Embossed, rusted, textured. A best seller.

Heart trays and travel mugs, another best selling item.

Tin Prayer Box. I adored this piece. One of my top three.

Coasters. Another top three for me. Just fabulous in person.

This enormous distressed, embossed, textured tin wall hanging was stunning in person.

We cannot wait to get this mirror! And the birdcage dish is my absolute favorite.

These frames were ingenious. They are magnetic so you can easily change the pictures.

My Daisy, Daisy painting and set of hearts…another best seller!

Another opportunity for tears. Creative Co-op featured my hearts in a full page ad in Home Accents Today. My heart just burst when I saw this!

Here it is up close. Little ol’ little e me. Sniff.

See what I mean? They made me feel like a rock star. This write up is the perfect description of my aesthetic. When I saw this, I wept. Again.

How cute are these bucket/hooks. They will soon be hanging in my baby’s bathroom!

This was the first piece I saw for approval. Can you even imagine? I send images off and I get a picture a few months later with this!!! I almost died. This piece fills me with such joy. It makes me happy!

View of three crosses on wall, pillows and metal crosses on mirror. All best sellers.

This man. Amazing. My biggest fan. My faithful encourager.

This was the last picture we took of me in my booth. I am a drippy mess. I am so glad this picture was blurry because I was puffy and delirious.

So what does all this mean? I have no idea. I truly don’t. When I sell 30 paintings at an art show, I am doing cartwheels. I cannot fathom the volume of this company. When I say that something is a best seller, it means that out of the thousands of items in this 12,000 foot showroom, I have twelve items in my product line that are in the top 200 sellers for the whole company up to this point. Heart palpitations. Welling eyes. Racing thoughts. Boundless thanks.

I am not boasting. I boast in nothing. I did not do this. I am not being humble either. I did not do this. I quit my job. I made a wrong turn. I ended up here. Thank goodness God can do more than we can ask or imagine because I would not have known to ask or imagine this turn of events.

And thank goodness He can also turn mourning into dancing. Last year at this exact weekend, I was not preparing for market. I was preparing to bury my best friend who died of ALS, Lou Gehrig’s Disease, on July 15. No one would have been more genuinely excited for me about this crazy art business. Design-wise, she was my inspiration. My guru. My go-to. If she liked it, I knew I would like it. At one point we even had the exact same furniture. I remember calling her from the furniture store after agonizing over fabric for hours to see if I could just get what she had. Of course her purity of heart and generosity of spirit had no issue with us copying her. And I remember painting a bedroom a taupey-gold color and bringing the paint swatch over to her house to see what she thought. She had been painting, too. Spent the whole day hand mixing and tinting her paint to get just the right shade of taupey-gold. I promise I do not exaggerate when I say my swatch and her wall were identical. One year we decided to take our design sensibility and get a booth at the flea market together for the weekend. We spent hours sanding Cheech and Chong’s decoupaged faces off a cute side table we had nabbed from the trash for our booth, but the 24 hour lipstick and ceramic animals at the vendor across the way were bigger hits that weekend. Even now, I have her kitchen chairs, her rug, her sofa, her coffee table, her end tables, and her paint choices all over my house. Even now, every painting begins with the shade of brown she picked for her condo remodel. To be in this career without her eye and opinion is so very strange.

Oh. I love her. I miss her. I’m weepy again.

But God granted me mercy this weekend. He blessed me with sweet remembrance and joy in the moment.

And here’s the thing. I know He’s not done.

Look for little e in a store near you. Especially in Iowa. I hear I’m HUGE in Iowa.

From the bottom of my heart…

little e

I’ve been holding on to big news. A few of you here and there know. But I’ve been holding it tightly, barely believing it’s real, until this envelope arrived today bearing tangible proof. Because the past year has been so surreal, so whirlwind-ish, so rollercoaster-y, so busy, so overwhelming, I couldn’t shout it from the rooftops until I went to the mailbox today!!!  But now I can…

WOOOOHOOOOOOO!! I got a licensing deal! I got a LICENSING deal! I got a LICENSING DEAL!!!

What does this mean? Just indulge me for a little flashback…

I guess if we go back to the beginning, it started with a leap of faith that may actually have been more of a leap of desperation. I quit my job. A job that I felt was a ministry to children with learning issues. I loved my kids. I loved helping them and their families. I especially loved making a difference. But when I went from working with kids to managing adults, it literally sucked the life out of me. I quit my hobbies including an antique booth. I quit other ministries I was passionate about. I quit church for a while. I knew it was time to go when I began to describe my job, a good and meaningful job, as a dementor, the soul-sucking-happiness-draining creatures from Harry Potter. But it was a good and meaningful job, with benefits and a salary, and I had reached the top position in my department. Who quits that kind of thing? This was pre-economic fall-out in 2008. I left for another job in education that would afford me time and healing but also fulfillment. Then the economy tanked. The business I was working for started to struggle.

I had no idea what to do next. It seemed like I had taken a wrong turn. But in all honesty, I was so much happier than I had been in years. I had felt the nudging from God for years that I needed to leave that job. But I kept plugging away because it was a job and it was a ministry. I am telling you this because even good and meaningful things can take a toll. I could not fix the situations for the kids, parents, teachers and coworkers that I encountered on a daily basis no matter how hard I tried. Because I considered it a ministry, I thought surely this was my calling, but I kept ignoring the prompts, urges, nudges, whispers that there was something else God had in store for me. I thought I was smarter and that I knew best. But the minute I finally just gave in, let go and quit, years of burden just fell off my back. I literally felt lighter.

That same year, I took the fabled weekend art class that changed my world. I did not go into it looking for a business or even a hobby. I just thought it would be fun and it seemed like time to have fun again. I’ve talked about the class in other posts so I won’t dwell on it except to say, it opened me up to possibility and released me from some inhibitions. For the next year, I painted. I had the time for once in my life. I was just messing around. Then friends wanted to buy a piece. Then friends of friends. Then friends of friends of friends. I started to believe that maybe I had something I could do on the side once I found a real job at some point. I am so funny. I still thought I was in charge.

Then I got pregnant. After 15 years of wonderful marriage, my wonderful husband and I decided it was high time we had a little Little. It was now or never. Painting got put on a bit of a hold during my pregnancy and that first year, but the demand was still there and once again the nudging began. It was time to step out on faith and see what happened.

So in spring of 2011, I decided to talk to people that were in the know. I was so blessed that artists like Margaret Eliot, Deann  Hebert, Marilyn Wendling, Erin Rickleton and Ron York were willing to meet with me and give me advice about shows and galleries and pricing and the art business. I knew nothing. I mean nothing. No one discouraged me. They all encouraged and directed me and shared their stories. In fact, Deann has become a friend who continues to inspire. Margaret continues to encourage. Erin and Marilyn have been my neighbors at several shows and Ron now represents me in his gallery. I am forever grateful.

And then, I made another wrong turn. Last May, a year ago, I decided to make cold calls. I don’t do cold calls. I am ever so funny and clever online, but I am quirky and awkward in person. I say the darndest things. There are legends at my church about the things I have said in the name of small talk. But I packed a bag with my paintings, put on my shiny shoes and headed to Brentwood where a friend of a friend had a store.

I literally made a wrong turn. I am as directionally challenged as I am socially awkward. I ended up at C’est Moi, an adorable boutique in Brentwood. I thought I’d grab a bite at the deli next store and peek in C’est Moi and get back on track. But the minute I walked in the store, I felt at home. They carried Dash and Albert rugs! My favorite! They had amazing jewelry, refurbished furniture, gifts and artwork…I could have bought one of everything. I decided to bring my art in and show it to the owner. By the end of my visit that day, Tawnya, the amazing and beautiful owner, decided to carry my artwork in her store! I was simply floored. My first stop. A wrong turn. Validation. Opportunity. New friendship. Inspiration. Amazing.

With my confidence boosted, I decided to apply to shows. I got in all of them. Starting in September and ending the beginning of this past May, I have done six shows, including the biggest one in town, the Harding Art Show. Honestly, I thought this was the pinnacle. Each show has been a gift, but Harding was a surprise. If I had bothered to make a five-year plan, Harding would have been the culmination of that plan.

But I had made that wrong turn. In the middle of all the hullabaloo with the fall shows, I went to C’est Moi to drop off paintings and visit for a minute. Little did I know that the day before I stopped in, the owner and the representative for an international home decor company called Creative Co-op had been in C’est Moi. Tawnya had an impressive display of my work behind the register and it had caught the owner’s eye. When I showed up the next morning, the rep was back in the store. Timing. God’s timing. Tawnya introduced us and she began to talk to me about licensing my work. I had no idea what that meant. I thought it was another show and I was already having trouble keeping up with a store, a gallery and all the shows. I was hesitant, but she explained it to me and my heart began to flip-flop. I said yes, yes, yes. She said the company would be in touch. So in early December, I got a call from the product developer for Creative Co-op. She walked me through the process, explained what they had in mind, shared their vision, sent me catalogs…and asked me to get images to them by mid-February so that they could launch a line of home decor products bearing my images.

What does this mean? It means I am a songwriter who just got my song picked up by a major recording artist. It means that an international company who sells to retail stores, catalog companies, boutiques, big box stores, etc., is mass producing furniture, wall decor, frames, knick knacks, coasters, and other home decor products bearing images that I painted. Little ‘ol little e me.

There is no such thing as a wrong turn. I am so glad I let Someone else steer for a while. There is no other explanation for this new direction I am headed. If I had planned it, none of it would have happened. All I can do is be grateful. I am not saying I deserve this. I am not saying I am exceptionally talented. I am not saying it has all been easy. I am not saying that this last year has been all rainbows and candy corn. I am not saying I have been faithful in all things. Something wonderful has happened to me in spite of me. That is all I am saying.

Thank you for taking this wrong turn with me. I can’t wait to see where God steers me next!

little e

PS. I’ll post pictures of the line once I get the a-ok!

After so much anticipation, work, and worry, the Harding Art Show is over. Always so strange to be so uber-focused on one thing and then the thing is over and you are left relieved and slightly empty and a tad confused. What exactly do you do with this sudden influx of time now that every waking moment isn’t consumed by the big thing? So far I have color-coordinated my closet, cleaned out my fridge and wandered aimlessly around my house eyeing unpacked boxes and unfinished projects and piles of paperwork. Maybe I’ll tackle those later… But for now, a quick recap of the big show! I’m still floating that I got in, so to actually have great sales was icing on the cake. Set-up was exhausting but well worth it. My dad and I managed to get 98 paintings into my little space. It took some doin’ but we got ‘er done. By the end of the first night, I had sold 24 paintings. This is almost what I sell in a typical weekend at other shows so I was understandably floored. I still don’t have a total on the final tally but if we are close on our estimate, we doubled our average sales from the past big shows. I got such great feedback from everyone who came through. It was truly surreal to be successful at such a prestigious show. Some other highlights from the show… -peonies from my friend Andrea gracing my booth

-my posse from Bread and Company stopping by

-my friend and fellow artist, Kellie Montana, was my backdoor boothmate. So fun!

-my sweet husband coming straight from work to man the booth with his warm, engaging, hilarious personality so that I could get a break.

-my hilarious and adorable daughter handing out my business cards, unprompted, to random passers-by!

One great thing about any show is seeing all my work hanging together and noting how the colors and textures and subjects all reflect a unified style that is uniquely mine. When you work on one piece at a time, it is hard to see the big picture of your work. To realize that in the past three years, I have developed a recognizable technique and palette and style is probably one of my biggest accomplishments. That someone can see one of my pieces in someone’s home or business and know that it is a little e original is amazing.

Another blessing is meeting the people who purchase your art. This may be my favorite thing. I had two sweet little girls just labor over their decision about which paintings to buy. They each got a cross, which I signed personally to them, and then they wanted their picture with me. Too sweet. And then there was the lady who bought my big Apron Strings painting. When I saw the painting, it reminded me of my studio and my artwork, but when she saw it, it spoke to her about cooking for family and friends and her kitchen and her aprons. She was so happy that it made me happy to let it go to a place where it meant so much. She has since sent me a picture of it in her kitchen and it is perfect! And then there was the lady who bought one for her sister who is finalizing a painful divorce. And the man who went on a desperate search for a chapel for his wife for Mother’s Day. And the cardiologist who bought 3 heart paintings for her children. And then there was the lady who recognized me from my antique booth days and said my pieces from that long-ago adventure are all over her house. And then there were all the folks who have followed me from show to show since my Bella Rustica debut. I am truly blessed with what I do. I get to bring a bit of happy into people’s homes. Stay tuned for the next big thing…this is only a brief reprieve!!!! love, little e

Before I was an artist, before I knew anything about the Nashville art scene, before I ever bought a piece of original art, I knew about the Harding Art Show. I knew it was the big one. I knew it was a tradition. I knew it was a party. I knew it represented the best of the best in regional art. What I did not know was that one day I would be listed as a participating artist at such a respected and prestigious show. Eek. Can someone get me a paper bag to breathe into? I’m hyperventilating. I have been hard at work trying to create pieces that will do justice to the honor of the invitation. As always, I plan to have a variety of pieces that pop and sparkle, that bring joy, that are colorful and textured with a touch of whimsy. Lots of sizes. Lots of price points. All I can say is that I am grateful. Truly grateful. As I’ve watched the last year in this new venture unfold, I fluctuate between bumfuzzlement (my new word), high stress, and giddy delight. But always grateful for opportunities that magically appear, one right after the other. I am just along for the ride. I could not have planned any of this. I am forever grateful for a creator God whose vision for my life has been much more colorful and textured and layered and rich than I could have imagined. Come see me this weekend at the Harding Art Show, May 3-5: Thursday, May 3: Preview Party. 6-9 $10 (includes food and drink) Friday, May 4: 10-9. Free including Fiesta Friday from 6-9 (margaritas, mariachi band, Mexican treats) Saturday, May 5: 10-6 Free A little preview of some of my pieces: all the best! little e

The very next weekend I had the Heart and Soul Event benefitting the American Heart Association. I was the featured artist. My images were used on all the printed advertisements and they sold posters with my image to raise money during the event. We had such a blast at this event. I created a mini-gallery outside one of the lofts on the tour and got great feedback and actually sold a few pieces. Once again, the food was spectacular. More importantly, I made some great contacts and got to support a wonderful cause.

Absolutely loved being part of both these events and making so many new friends and new contacts!