my little apartment is overflowing with piles. piles of fabric that i keep collecting. piles of clothes that need to be folded. piles of toys to be put away. piles of coats to put in storage. piles of shoes to find a place for. piles of the nytimes that i haven't been able to read. piles of projects to start. piles of books. piles of lists that involve, in one way or another, the piles of things i need to do with my day, week, month and years. . . and there is no end. these piles are going to rule my life, for the rest of my life.
but, i signed up for it. i got married. i moved to new york. i had two children and then bought a 650square foot apartment to cram us and our lives into. i started making. and, i love it.
make no mistake, i hate the perpetual cleaning and organizing and trying to find space in our tiny spot. i hate dishes and ironing. but i love our little home in our sketchy neighborhood. i love the girls with their piles and the little hearts and bodies that create them. i love chip and the piles and piles of paper that have always trailed him. i love making and all the piles that build during the process. these piles are mine, my family's.
so, this blog is created (after a year of consideration) to show what i, katie, did (and do) with those piles and the little life they represent. i've got a lot to share.