Out of the blue, one day, a friend called and told me she knew the Executive Director of LongHouse Reserve, a stunning sculpture garden in East Hampton, NY, and that he needed some help. And she thought of me. Simply because she felt that the two of us would do well together.
I was not looking for any employment, but as I age I am getting more daring, and so I called him. He needed a Grant Writer. I had zero experience, except that I love to dash off little stories like the one your are reading, and I went on the interview.
Which was harrowing. Amidst a bustling little office he asked me to sit down and write a letter for fundraising. I am computer illiterate, so asking me to work on a PC instead of a Mac was enough to make me thankful for my blood pressure medication. He emailed later in the day to share that everybody thought the letter was strong, and could I return tomorrow.
I did. The first thing he said, in front of 3 ladies sitting at their desks was, ‘my staff is asking me why I would hire an esthetician and massage therapist to be our Grant Writer.’ It was a fair question, to which I wanted to reply – I am suffering with Imposter Syndrome. I have no qualifications to be here, I can’t believe my friend Susan put me in this ridiculous situation, and I need a stiff drink…..
But instead I squeaked out, ‘I have other sides to me that I always look to promote, and I reserve the right to reinvent myself at any time.’
I got the job and it was one of the happiest and most fulfilling times of my life.
And so, a change. A reinvention, if you will. My old space, Fields of Poppies, just didn’t feel comfortable. With one good reason being I have yet to see a poppy flower in France, but for the photo my friend Jenny posted of her dog Sophie peeing on poppies, down in Aix-en-Provence. I always tell the truth.
Back to the point. We have settled in the northern region of Nouvelle-Aquitaine, in the department of the Haute Vienne. The principal prefecture is Limoges – the premier manufacturing city of porcelain, in France. The earth is rich in clay and the River Vienne provides the hydration necessary for the hard paste craftsmanship. Limoges porcelain boasts a Protected Geographical Indication (PGI), and I feel like this blog does too.
I hope you enjoy the new site. I hope you enjoy my little stories about endeavoring to live in rural France. As ever, a constant work in progress, a honing of skills, if you will. Like a porcelain artisan…