Mandie Spudich

Far From Perfect, But Perfectly Me!

I have been a great many things over a great many years, writer, artist, designer the list goes on and on, but over the past 3 decades while the words and forms may shift with the passage of time, the passion never fades. A few years ago, our family moved to a larger home that afforded me my own studio/office space. While I had to make the space work for both functions, the fact that I even had that was amazing. I went from having my sewing machines set up at the dining room table, computer by the sofa, and printer sharing space on the tv stand to an entire room to myself. I was elated to finally have a proper sewing table, cutting table, and a computer desk. There was space for my ironing board and shelves to hold my fabric mini bolts beautifully. This had me tickled pink for the last several years. But as time passed, I began to feel it was missing something. It was missing me. While it was beautiful and functional and wonderful all around, it had truly little personality. The walls were practically bare aside from the formality of my degree, and short of the fabrics and threads there was not much in the way of color.