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being at squam

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needle book and pouch by Karen Stevens

needle book and pouch by Karen Stevens

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with two of my favorite fellow makers Ashley Procopio & Karen Stevens at the Squam Art Fair

with two of my favorite fellow makers Ashley Procopio & Karen Stevens at the Squam Art Fair

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Oh so honored to have these two friends ~ Loretta Kretchko & Meg McElwee ~ wearing their Untold Imprint tees and vintage amulet necklaces.

Oh so honored to have these two friends ~ Loretta Kretchko & Meg McElwee ~ wearing their Untold Imprint tees and vintage amulet necklaces.

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I heard stories, saw photos, and have even been attending the Art Fair for the past several years, but it’s so true – you don’t fully understand what Squam is, and how special the place and people are until you experience it. Something happens in those woods by the lake that’s difficult to put into words. It’s almost as if you’re granted permission upon entering to just ‘be’. No shoulds, no obligations, no judgments, no To Do lists – just being there in that quiet, beautiful place, in exactly the way your heart and body feel comfortable being there. If I wanted to skip breakfast and sit on the dock to stitch for two hours in the morning, that’s exactly what I did. It felt freeing and nourishing and so easy. And amidst all that ease was sewing, knitting, creating, laughing, learning and heart-to-heart chats. Simple things with profound effects. So now that I know the magic of Squam, it would be impossible not to return and reconnect with the kindred spirits I met and the brilliance of nature that embraced me.

Thank you to my teachers Ann Wood and Karen Stevens for inspiring me and sharing their incredible gifts. And deepest gratitude to Elizabeth Duvivier and Meg Fussell for creating a space that allows all who enter to just BE.

full heart

Full Heart Altar watercolor painting by Phoebe Stout of Untold Imprint
Full Heart printed tank by Untold Imprint
Full Heart tees by Untold Imprint
Full Heart Wall Hanging by Untold Imprint

Some days I have to remind myself just how lucky I am for all the good in my life. I can get stuck focusing on what I haven't accomplished yet, all the things that I haven't done, places I haven't seen. In a world where social media is so prevalent, it's an easy trap to fall into. But when I notice those thoughts of doubt and inadequacy taking over, and redirect my thoughts to all that I do have and what I have created, I feel truly lucky and blessed – and proud too. Always at the top of my gratitude list is my niece – she brings more joy to this world than I thought possible. When I sat down to paint an altar representing my gratitude for her, and the countless other things in life that make all the negative thoughts melt away – the first image that came to me was a full heart. I could feel it bursting with love and happiness, and I could picture the garlands, streamers, and bountiful flowers, heralding a celebration. You know that feeling you have when you're filled up to the brim and are at peace with what is? We have to hold on to those feelings and keep them near so that on tough days that aren't so filled up we can draw on their energy to pull us though. This full heart altar is a gentle reminder to be grateful everyday for all that we have. 

I'm printing, dyeing, and stitching up lots of new things for Squam Art Fair this Saturday at Rockywold Deephaven Camps in Holderness, NH. I'll have Full Heart Altar wall hangings, cards, & tanks at the fair. It seemed fitting to make these for Squam, since it's a place that always fills my heart.

Gratitude to all of you who help fill it too. 

together we rise

Together We Rise original painting by Phoebe Stout of Untold Imprint

This weekend marks the one year anniversary of the biggest day of protests in American history. Just writing that gives me the chills and brings tears to my eyes! To all you fellow marchers, and to those who march in spirit, protest outside your senators offices, donate time and money to worthy organizations, write letters, make phone calls, stand up for what is right and just, and are an everyday force of love in the world ~ Together We Rise!

Small prints and cards of my 2018 Women's March poster are available in my shop. 15% of the proceeds from the sale of these items will be donated to Global Fund for Women

Global Fund for Women's mission statement:
'We are a global champion for the human rights of women and girls. We use our powerful networks to find, fund, and amplify the courageous work of women who are building social movements and challenging the status quo. By shining a spotlight on critical issues, we rally communities of advocates who take action and invest money to empower women.'
 

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P.S. I'll be marching in my sister's town of Hartford, CT this Saturday. If you happen to be there too and see a mermaid poster, come say hello! 

a new year

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The words 'a new year' sound nice. Last year at this time, I remember how sad and scared I was feeling. In some ways, the past twelve months were worse than I could have imagined, yet at the same time, there were countless trials that seemed to pull people together in ways that inspired us even when the road ahead looked bleak. Amidst all the goings on of life and politics, my small business had its best year yet and I'm so very grateful to all of you who helped me make that possible. For your support, encouragement, and friendship – thank you. May 2018 be filled with joy, hope & well-deserved triumphs.

Happy New Year! 

Much love, 

Phoebe

new orleans

Royal Street

Royal Street

Kermit Ruffins &  Haruka Kikucki  at Little Gem Saloon

Kermit Ruffins & Haruka Kikucki at Little Gem Saloon

clockwise from upper left: Cane & Table, turquoise shutters in the French Quarter, whole Redfish at Pêche, Dauphine Street Books

Arcadian Books

Arcadian Books

Dumaine Street

Dumaine Street

Skull Paradise

Skull Paradise

Dauphine Street

Dauphine Street

clockwise from top left: textile art by New Orleans artist Frances Rodriguez at Pêche, brown anole lizard in the Garden District, brass band at Jackson Square, Cafe Beignet

St. Peter Street

St. Peter Street

portrait of Marie Laveau by Charles Gandolfo at the Historic Voodoo Museum

portrait of Marie Laveau by Charles Gandolfo at the Historic Voodoo Museum

clockwise from top left: Cavan, love potions at the New Orleans Pharmacy Museum, back of Saint Louis Cathedral at night, pink house on Royal Street

corner of Dauphine & Conti Streets

corner of Dauphine & Conti Streets

courtyard behind the New Orleans Pharmacy Museum

courtyard behind the New Orleans Pharmacy Museum

clockwise from top left: Sazerac at the Roosevelt Hotel, gated courtyard in the French Quarter, dinner at Sylvain, courtyard fountain at Hotel Mazarin

pink & green on St. Louis Street

pink & green on St. Louis Street

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iron balconies & ferns in the French Quarter

Young Fellaz Brass Band on the corner of Frenchmen & Chartres Streets

Young Fellaz Brass Band on the corner of Frenchmen & Chartres Streets

I’m sitting here with a cup of Café du Monde chicory coffee and imagining that I’m back in New Orleans. I’ve wanted to visit New Orleans for as long as I can remember. Like India, I had an idea of what it would be like in person – full of mystery and beauty and toughness. It turns out that it’s all of those things and so much more. It’s a place infused with a long and difficult history and blend of cultures.

I soaked up every ounce I could of just being there. Even in rainy, 90 plus degree weather with 100 percent humidity, it was perfect. We ate incredible Creole, French, and Cajun food, saw grand houses surrounded by old gnarled and twisted trees, listened to the most amazing jazz, drank cocktails in coupe glasses, and visited the cemetery where Voodoo Queen Marie Laveau is buried.

When I sat down to write this post I thought I’d give some highlights of my favorite places and experiences in The Crescent City but the events of the past week have left me thinking mostly of the people we met on our trip. To say that the people of New Orleans are exceptional is an understatement. New Orleans is a vibrant, diverse, exotic, gritty, welcoming, love-filled, and wildly resilient city because of the people who live there. Time and time again, I spoke with bartenders, cab drivers, and shop owners who said that they left NOLA at some point in their lives and then returned after living in other cities. Something very powerful beckons you to come back. I don’t know that I’ve ever visited a place with such a strong identity and people who love their home as much as the people of New Orleans. The kindness, character, and strength were inspiring in a time when the news is full of violence and hatred. I came home with a strong desire to educate myself on the chapters of our American history that I’ve neglected because they’re too horrific or they didn’t seem like they were part of my history. I’ve long failed to realize that they are very much a part of all of our histories and what happens to one of us, affects all of us. I live in a small town in Pennsylvania, surrounded by a predominantly white population, many of whom were and still are Trump supporters. I struggle with the anger I feel towards my neighbors for bringing us, once again, to a place in America’s history where White Supremacists and Nazis can freely assemble with flags and torches in our streets. At the same time I know that unless I’m an active part of the change that I’d like to see, I’m also part of the problem.

I heard Sherrilyn Ifill, president of the NAACP Legal Defense Fund, speaking this week about our path ahead. She said that we need to ‘hold the line’ in order to keep Trump and his administration in check. While a great deal of responsibility lies on Congress, our individual voices and actions are more powerful than I sometimes remember. Watching the people of New Orleans, Boston, Altlanta, and other cities, marching peacefully yesterday against White Supremacy was a beautifully resounding example of holding the line. There is always space to learn more, listen more, practice more love and compassion – and there are always opportunities to speak up or begin a conversation, even when we may not know exactly what to say.

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