Last weeks Folkling vintage sale went better than I could have ever anticipated and holy smokes am I beyond grateful.
I wish I could find words that expressed the amount of gratitude I am feeling this Monday.
I am speechless in regards to the amount of orders that came in.
I even shed tears once in the wake of someone’s immense kindness at sending money just because they wanted to support but didn’t need anything.
Several of you sent a few extra dollars with your purchases just because and that too means a hell of a lot.
But you know what means more?
The messages of kind words and encouragement and support and love.
SO MANY of you have been with me since the very beginning of Folkling in 2017 and even before that through the various ventures under A Girl Named Leney since 2010.
The fact that you appreciate and celebrate the art that I put out into the world, whether it’s through my photo journalism projects, my writing, my knitwear designs, or this venture in vintage—THAT is what means the most to me.
I am so fortunate to get to do what I love for a living.
But it is a LOT of hard work to keep my head up and keep believing that what I create and do in the world means something and matters.
Especially in times like these.
I never have a guaranteed paycheck, and never know what my income is going to be in a month.
Somehow though, ever since quitting my formal job ten years ago, I have always had enough.
Sometimes just barely.
Sometimes I’ve needed to get a part time job to make ends meet, but I have always been able to get back to who I am as an artist and keep creating.
And that’s largely because of you.
So thank you.
Thank you for keeping my dreams alive, for helping me live an alternative and more sustainable lifestyle, for resonating with some form of who I am as a person and an artist.
You are the stuff dreams are made of and I am so humbled by the message of community and togetherness in that.
We’re all in this together.
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