Crafting is intrinsic to my family. Everyone does something (or several different things), but we are, as a whole, a pretty crafty lot. Some of my earliest memories are of watching my grandmother ...
Crafting is intrinsic to my family. Everyone does something (or several different things), but we are, as a whole, a pretty crafty lot. Some of my earliest memories are of watching my grandmother knit and crochet (and sew, quilt, bake, and garden…). As a very young child, I’d watch with utter amazement as she produced giant blankets, mittens, and countless scarves out of seemingly nothing at all. I was fascinated with the quickness of her hands, and how the yarn would twist and turn through her needles as if having a life of its own.
At age eight, when I asked my grandmother to teach me to knit, I had no idea that I was kickstarting what would become a never-ending crafting obsession. In the years since, I’ve taught and/or demonstrated in several different mediums, but I’ve yet to find a craft that I don’t have some interest in learning.
Here in Southwest Ohio, I am fortunate to be virtually surrounded by parks and old cemeteries where I can usually be found wandering, taking entirely too many photos, and often scribbling random notes for later creations. My designs all have a basis of inspiration gathered from nature or geometry or both (I have a bit of a thing for moss, rocks, hexagons and spirals, in particular).
When I was a child I thought the entire crafting process was sort of magical. Honestly, all these years later, I still do. When you can start with sticks and string; paper and glue; seeds and dirt, and make anything……how could I think any different?