Thanks for popping in.
Wednesday’s blog is when we ponder not so much what we craft or how we craft, but WHY we craft, right?
I must say, I am so grateful to be busy, busy, busy. It stops me thinking too much. Much better to get out of your head and stay with your hands – it’s much safer.
Well, today has been a funny old day in my head. Apart from hustling at work, batting off beligerent distributors and making detailed plans for our Open Days in Crowborough, I have spend a good portion of it thinking about a woman I never knew, but who – ironically – has been on my mind for weeks! I heard the tragic news yesterday, that Kate Spade, the New York fashion and handbag designer, committed suicide. 55 years old. Leaves behind her teenage daughter and husband of 24 years, who was also her business partner. And all day, inbetween meetings and phone calls, I have been thinking about that. What a devastating end to what was a fairytale life. I mean, she was the iconic darling chic chick of the industry. Only last week, I bought a Kate Spade handbag for our Gracie, for the wedding. They sold their empire to Neiman Marcus a while ago, and were worth many, many millions too. Wealthy, successful people.
But there you go. All the trappings in the world, all the money you could ever ever want or need to buy anything you could ever want or desire. And yet. Nothing was enough to stop her at the jumping off point. Who knows why. Some reckon marital problems. Perhaps there were financial issues. Others say she was bi-polar. Depression has been suggested. My guess is it wasn’t just one thing. My guess is that several things ganged up on her mind, and she hit the eff-it button. For sweet relief. Actually, it’s none of my business.
I have been sitting with her in my head, because you have to ask yourself HOW is that even conceivable? HOW desperate must she have been? The why’s and wherefore’s are pretty redundant today though. The bottom line is the bottom line.
Many think that wealth is what we must strive for. Material wealth. Financial security. Success in business. Well, she had all that in Spadefuls, if you’ll forgive the pun.
No. No. No. There are far more important things in life: Peace of Mind. Balance. Good Health. Love. And no amount of money will compensate for the absence of any of these, or alleviate mental struggles.
Yes. So I apologise if this ’ere blog is not all chirpy and light today. But I’m not feeling overly chirpy or light today.
When you spend all your waking days with your nose to the grindstone like I do, trying to keep the business going, trying to build a good place for people to work and play, and a beautiful young, successful artist and mother blows herself out, like a candle in the wind, well. You have to stop and look up, don’t you?
I hope she is at peace now.
Love & Hugs,