A couple of years ago, I changed everything. I left my fashion design career and life in New York City for a new life raising my kids with my husband in Michigan. The trouble is...I can't stop designing.
Coventry Drive is where I can show what I think is beautiful and stylish and inspiring.
My son is in his first year of preschool and has some wonderful teachers. I was inspired to make patchwork potholders as gifts for the teachers. Potholders are humble but can be beautiful and oh so useful.
I had seen something by My Girl Thursday on Pinterest and decided to give it a try.
They were a small and quick project that let me use fabric that I own---perfect!!
Then.... my four year old son wanted to help me. Sure.
It was fun to have him involved. I let go of my perfectionist self and embraced the process with him. We had a blast.
Some of the potholders are a little wonky, but hey, I can't blame it all on my son. :)
Next, I had fun wrapping the potholders using plain natural tissue paper, little bits of ribbon, and some cute gift tags from Target.
Now I had better look at my own collection of potholders in my kitchen drawer.
Yikes! I should have made some for myself!
The last evening in Berlin, I was one of many guests at the American
Embassy. My husband was the
moderator of a panel discussion there about the commonalities between the city
of Berlin and Detroit. Despite the
differences in the two places, there is much to be learned and to share. The
united passion for progress and change was overwhelming that evening. I wonder
what will come of it. It was obvious that when the event was over, the discussion
was only getting started.
My husband and I were graciously invited to a dinner after the event at a restaurant called Little Otik. It is owned by
American expats from Detroit by way of Brooklyn. It had the feeling of Brooklyn
and Berlin at the same time. Having lived in Brooklyn, I had the feeling of
being home. The meal was inspired and the room was loud with laughter and
I hadn’t expected to make new friends in Berlin.
Personally, I shared so much in common with the new friends
that I made in Berlin. Motherhood,
creativity, love and respect for other cultures, carving out new careers, and
making meaningful lives for our families were the uniting forces with most of
the women that I met in Berlin. An openness and fearlessness prevailed.
The gray buildings and gray skies are only part of the view.
Berlin is no longer just a place to me. It is friendship, hope, and warmth.