So back in 2003, I discovered MaryJanesFarm. I stumbled upon the magazine at a Walmart in my hometown, bought it, and was hooked. I still remember flipping through that issue, my heart in my throat over the gorgeous pictures and stories MaryJane shared in her magazine.
May 10, 2004 I joined the message boards on the website and began to talk to a lot of really great women. Eventually, I got to meet MaryJane Butters herself when she went on a book tour and stopped at Franny’s amazing cabin in the hills of Kentucky. This picture below, which I took about two years ago, shows how my obsession/collection had grown:
Back in 2009, though, I started to pull away from the crafty/organic person that I was and started writing a lot. And the problem when you write fanfiction is that you get sucked into a fandom and it takes over your whole life, which is what happened to me. I walked away from the fandom about a year ago but only recently found my way back to MaryJanesFarm. I’ve still subscribed to the magazine all this time, of course, but I wasn’t the same person anymore. And frankly, this new me, the “Vintage 2009” version of Rachel – I didn’t like her much.
So now I’m reconnecting with the crafty/organic woman who dreams of owning her own tiny farm. Now, though, I have visions of my farm being surrounded by the evergreens of the Pacific Northwest because every trip to Seattle just confirms that it feels like home out there. But yesterday, I logged back into the MaryJanesFarm message boards for the first time in forrrrever. Imagine my surprise when I clicked on my profile and discovered that I had joined exactly nine years ago, to the day!
This weekend, I’m going through all my craft supplies and fabrics and yarns and threads. It was so great to open up a tub and see it filled with beautiful prints!
And imagine my surprise when I opened up a second tub and found all the folkart dolls I used to make. How did I forget that I made these? I used to sell them at craft fairs! I still have tons of them and I need to do something with them – maybe I’ll give them away?
Anyway, I’m having fun reconnecting with the gal I once was. With some time and effort, I hope to become her again. She wore skirts a lot and made quilts and went to church regularly. (The only addition is that she now writes regularly, too. She’s working on a novel, dangit!) She wasn’t a bad person to be.