I have been a crafter all my life.
My brother and I were raised by a single mother and money was tight.
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| Left to right: Mom, my brother Scott, Me, Grandma and Grandpa in the back |
Every Christmas we created handmade treasures for the family with the loving tutelage of my mom..the seamstress and my grandpa... the woodworker.
We made note holders that looked like chickens with clothes pin beaks, cross stitched dish towels and an ever growing collection of felt ornaments. I took such pride in knowing my gift was unique and made from my own hands and heart.
In my teenage years...I was embarrassed to admit I made anything by hand. Store bought was much more chic! Oh...I was a dopey teenager.
As a young mother, I created patterns to make "name pillows" for my babies nursery walls. They became such a hit with my friends that in 6 months I had a booming business right in my dining room. This was my wake up call that handmade was not only cool...but soooo profitable!
The handmade bug bit me hard.
From that point on, my handmade journey has taken me to some amazing places... in my life and in my heart.
Let me shar that journey with you in the next few posts.
Thank you for stopping by today!
Cindi
Cindi, I think every teenager was a dope! I had about 10 hand made sweaters that my grandma made me that I sold in a garage sale when I was a teenager. UGH! If only I had them today.
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