Burn out & finding a better way to do this.

Breathe, do the work. The work is always a good place.

The last few months, I’ve been trying to wrestle my thoughts into some coherent order on so many things; social media, what success means to me, professional ethics, what is really important to me, (why do I have to take everything so seriously?) …do I even want to be doing this anymore?

I suck at chit chat and that’s honestly how social media feels lately (when it doesn’t feel like a sustained advertisement ) so I retreat from it. I rarely have anything lighthearted to say and nothing to sell.

There is burn out and winter depression. Depression doesn’t manifest with me as an inability to get out of bed or attend to my life…it creates a fugue of indecision. I see all the possibilities, all the angles, outcomes and consequences always…but when things go flat, I lose perspective, lose the patterns, can’t find what piece to pick up first.

It has lifted, as it usually does when spring registers as renewed possibility, but the holding space I’m building for me is still pretty fragile. And into this space intrudes the need to communicate on behalf of this business.

Each week my “to do” list has had “write a blog post describing winter thought process and structure for communicating going forward” and each week I get paralyzed by trying to make it perfect and not shudder at how raw it is. To not over analyze how much the people who only want to know about the next show or the next piece are going to hate it, or the people who like bunnies and goats are going to be bored by it, etc etc. So I don’t write it, and I don’t really say anything here, and I haven’t updated our FB page since December…and thinking too much about “you” silences me.

I’m drawn to perfect words but what I need more right now is imperfect words that are actually said. Words that are true but also recognize that they demarcate a position in time, one that will change. Should change.

So… here’s my thing. I mostly don’t know exactly what I’m/Rogue Goat is doing right now. I’m pretty close to figuring out the shape of things, the new path forward.

Between now and then, it’s likely to be a bit messy, wordy and light on pretty things, but it will be real. I’m going to pick up blogging again to tease out and address some of the issues we have been sorting out as artists and a business. Maybe you won’t find it interesting…but at least it will be out of my head. 😜

Babies and business go together like nuclear holocaust and birthday parties….

Or something like that.

This is Taryn, our little goat (he’s a Capricorn).He is a splendid little beast to cohabit with, but is also fabulously time consuming. Definition of hubris- thinking that as the new baby is not the first baby, that it will be easy, and that juggling other kids, full time math-y studies, and business with the mesmerizing gaze of you wee sleep sucker will be done with aplomb and perfect outfits for all.

Ahhh….chagrin. While it is indeed less like swimming underwater during a panic attack then I recall previous babymoons…there is actually no more time in the day. Who knew?

So…my 2012 review blog post remains undone, the website remains un updated, show applications are being sent in at the last minute,   production remains slow, and our outfits while generally decent, are accessorized with baby puke.

So be it. Life is awesome.

The new work is our best..stay tuned for pictures.The website will be updated this week.And I’m going to straighten the artwork in the photo RIGHT NOW.



New Studio at The Tremont

Ahhhh…sweet, sweet studio bliss. We are fully set up in our beautiful little finishing studio inside The Tremont in Collingwood, ON. The Tremont is a lovingly restored 19th century hotel…bought from the Town by private restorers and developers Rick and Anke Lex, and turned into a jewel of a building, now housing 8 artist studios, the Bay School of Art and The Tremont Cafe (as well as residences on the third floor).

The Tremont is located at 80 Simcoe Street, Collingwood, ON and open to all…just come on up the stairs and one or more of the second floor artists will welcome you.

Fellow Tremont artists include Bonnie Dorgelo, Andrea Rinaldo, Peter Adams, Jenn Wilkins, Kaz Jones, Suzanne Jarvis, K maclean and Bryan Wall.

Wow…we need a camera!!

The inability to properly illustrate the blog posts right now is driving me crazy…need a new camera asap!!

We had an awesome time at Handmade Market in Beamsville…hoping to be back in Wine Country September 21 (my birthday!) and 22 for another market…this time in St Catharine’s.Check out their website at http://www.handmademarket.ca/

We are super excited to be sharing a studio with the wonderful metal oddment artist k maclean at The Tremont! Still working on getting it set up, but loving being surrounded by the other great artists: Sue Miller, Peter Adams, Bonnie Dorgelo, Andrea Rinaldo, Kaz Jones, Joanna Alonzo, and Bryan Wall. Check it out http://www.thetremont.ca/

Also getting ready for Windsor Art in the Park June 2 and 3 in…you guessed it…Windsor! http://www.artintheparkwindsor.com/

We are very grateful to be part of some absolutely amazing events this summer…check out our schedule.

And…Made by Hand @ GivingTree Eco B & B outside Collingwood is a new co joint between Rogue Goat and Andy and Chai at Givingtree…save July 14 and 15 to come out for handmade awesomeness, Dj Danger Bay , Arkham Records vinyl sale. Please email us at roguegoat@hotmail.ca if you are interested in participating.

Time for naked trampolining. That’s illustrative, right? 😉




Tom Goes to Algonquin

The Owen Sound Artist`s Co op embarked on a new venture last year supporting youth artists, one funded by the Ontario Trillium Foundation.It expanded the physical space of the Co – op by leasing adjoining space, now called the Legacy Gallery. Predominantly used to showcase youth projects, the gallery is also used by the Co op membership several times a year.

This month`s show commemorates Tom Thomson`s first trip to Algonquin 100 years ago, each member submitting a piece addressing the theme, some within their normal medium, some not.

This is our submission (sold!) (Please excuse the terrible photo)Image



We also did this necklace , Tom`s Red Canoe


Opening is Saturday, April 14 at 3…TODAY!!

Rural Internet Blues

Winter peeled back its blankets from the ground and it felt like a coat of lead paint got stripped from our souls…its all shining through now.Except for our continuing struggle with the internet. Dial up sucks.

We want to show you all our splendid wares, like  a cat bringing home a bird, but our camera is pooched and the spinning wheel of upload death wins, wins, wins. Patience is not my virtue.Things I think about while the photo uploads:

  • The dog is pregnant again. BIGGGG pregnant. Teenage son ” How the hell did you guys forget to get the dog fixed?” Good point.
  • Women are tricksy.
  • A proper English upbringing has many merits including emotional distance, good vocabularies, a tendency to travel or emigrate resulting in living distances away from family, and marginal familial contact, often related to the former.
  • That I should write my father a letter.
  • How irritating people on Facebook are.
  • How irritating some very particular people on Facebook are.
  • Beets
  • What the hell the dog is doing now.
  • Trying to decipher what Josh is saying in his sleep.
  • Trying to stop the creeping feeling that something is watching me through the windows.
  • Accepting that now I  and the family are about to be slaughtered and that I should finish this one post and then go wake Josh and  gently tell him it was all worth it but now Trailerman is coming to get us.
  • That I will likely trip over my dog in the dark, stand on the pregnant one while getting into bed and then have to kick the small ugly one off my side.
  • That life is pretty awesome.

Here’s a few shots of our new Rogue Goat hip bags…

Sniffle, sniffle, please come soon Spring!

We are the house of sick. We rotate sick. We are a chorus of sniffles and whines. It is an angry, self pitying chorus at times, but surprisingly, we have all mostly been pretty positive. Pretty positive indeed considering that February has sucked in some fairly major ways.

We had to cancel on our first show ever because we were sick. We have a lot of erotic sock monkeys if you want to come over later.

The downside of being self employed and sick is there is no one to do your stuff for you, so sometimes it falls apart a bit.

The upside is that there is never really anything bad about being snuggled up together (and together may mean two, or sometimes with some kids, and usually all three dogs), drinking vats of tea, indulging all cravings and watching movies. No matter how sick.

In between snuggles we made our forays to the studio, Josh to the saw, me to the sewing machine.

I love our new bags…we now have a felted line, the tie bags, and the patchwork vintage wool tweeds.


Have I ever mentioned that my husband is AWESOME!!?!!! I so love that I can vaguely mention an idea to him, and he makes it happen.

We use old windows and doors for display all the time…and keep refining our displays. I had the idea that I wanted to make a display case for Southampton Art Gallery out of old doors, with industrial hardware. Actually, I wanted a bed headboard and a stool first, but business first.

Josh’s mum found some solid old doors down the road, and the rest Josh cobbled together from bits and pieces we had lying around. Not one purposefully bought component in the whole thing ( we did have all the screws and hardware on hand. Two old doors, some scrap pine, a very cool old barn board, a junky handmade rack from the garage and a crappy piece of chipboard from an old wall unit…plus some twigs.

I so loved the patina on the old doors, but as it was for the gallery , where a lot of competing aesthetics have to get along, plus likely to be a slight disapproval of the flaking, likely lead based paint, we decided to white wash in my favourite white.

I love, love, love it.

A final word, on this final day of a bitch of a February…

” I like being bored. It means you get to go around hating everything.” Raiden, Age 7 ( home on a snow day today after almost two weeks off school being sick, and a very cogent explanation of why he has been so goodnatured about it.)