One of the best things about having meandered on along at a pace that suits my family, is not having to give up any time I don’t want to with my three kids. They were 2, 4 and 6 when I started Here a Chick. For many of these years we shared a creative space. My table at one end, theirs at the other. We have usually been co creating and growing together. Play doh at one end, necklaces at the other. I potty trained my son while sorting, invoicing and packing up 100 pieces of jewelry, after one of my vintage jewelry flash sales I had early on.They have been junk hunting with me- and my middle is a really good picker. I have taken her to Atlanta and Nashville junk hunting and I think she has the bug. She has an eye for unique components. They have offered design help. “This one could use some more sparkle mom.” And “Someone will actually buy that??”. They have often told me when we needed to keep something. “YOU AREN’T SELLING THAT ARE YOU?” They have “helped” at shows. My favorite being when I was talking to a client and turned around to see my son with his pants dropped peeing into the edge of the woods. They get so excited when I get into an especially big show. “Money money money!” “Wait. Are they famous for Art in Mississippi?” They know that their creative thoughts aren’t just ideas, they are possibilities.
They are my Here and There. They are the caution of my schedule as I don’t want to skip state fairs, pumpkin patches, Easter Egg Hunts, pick up from sleep away summer camp.
They are now almost 11, 9, and 7- and time has flown.