The lessons of prayer flags for the Dalai Lama in Alabama

Remember our Happy Flag Project?

A year ago we were heading to Birmingham, Alabama to see the Dalai Lama. My mom and I had spent the previous five months collecting handmade, artful prayer flags in honor of the visit. We led workshops in Alabama and Arizona. The whole city of Birmingham got involved–it was part of the University (UAB) curriculum in many departments. The Sculpture department created an installation with 1,000 flags. read more

Mama’s got a brand new brand!

The Rebrand Well, here we are! These are my new digs. Pretty spacious, huh? Look at all that white space around these words. This is my new blog and my new site and my new brand and a new me. Wait, actually, it is a really old me. I worked all summer with some amazing women named Tiffany and Leslie from Handshoe Design to rebrand and create this new site and I couldn’t be happier with what they created: I am thrilled to announce the birth of my new brand: Carrie Bloomston. Yep, me. Back to me. Full circle. (I’m not really a brand–just a mom in an apron trying to change the way we love ourselves with art.)

why you should make things with your hands and tell your story

You know what most people’s problem is? Too much money. (You know that I’m only a little bit serious, I hope?) But I’ve been thinking about this lately. That whole necessity is the mother of invention thing, ya know? I believe that. We are ALL more creative when we have to be. But buying has become the new making. And not just this decade but since the early 1900’s and after the industrial revolution. The subsequent plummeting price of goods began to be felt by the masses through places like Sears, Robuck & Co. and continues today with the fast-fashion of H&M. read more

Don’t eat the whole sh*t sandwich

Good morning and happy Monday.

Isn’t Mercury in retrograde? I can already feel it, how about you?

Last week I found out I didn’t win the Blue Moon label contest. I made it all the way to the top 10 thanks to all of your support! Thanks for taking the time to vote for me. It meant a lot to feel your love. I thought I had a decent shot. So, I did feel hopeful for those few months during the process. read more

The Ship

early to mid 20s – waiting for my ship to come in. (I love you, Ship.)

late 20s – still waiting but kinda forgetting about that ship because my job takes up most of my dreaming time. (If I had some money, I woulda had you by now, Ship. I coulda bought my way to you. Damnit.) read more