A Crafter for All Seasons is a title that fits me perfectly. I am an only child. I spent many hours entertaining myself. I was always surrounded by books, crayons, pencils, paper and dolls. I have a lot of hobbies which I love and they all have made my life interesting and fun. When I look back at how I could possibly love so many crafts I think about how my initial love of doll making opened my mind. Many of the interests I have today have naturally evolved from that one passion. I got the quilting bug from years of working with fabric. Decorating and refinishing furniture came from the different props I have made. Writing was a natural. There is a story in everything.
I have been blessed with a great husband who is encouraging and supportive. He can wrap a doll for international travel better than anyone. He has never told me I couldn’t buy whatever it was I needed for whatever project I was working on. He knew I was a crafter when we met and I lived up to it tenfold. I have two beautiful daughters who have inherited the best of me and on occasion the worst. My daughter Susan is fast becoming a social media expert. Without her help I would not have a blog, Twitter, Facebook, etc. I am grateful to her. She inherited what patience she has from her father. My family is used to living with whatever I am creating at the moment and have always given me the space to do what I love. And I don’t mean physical space I mean mental space.
The best possible suggestion I can give to people who love art is to join groups of people who have the same interests. You not only learn a lot but you develop a bond and make friendships that can last a life time. I worked part time while my children were young. When the opportunity to go full time presented itself a few years ago I didn’t hesitate to accept the position because I knew I would never be too busy to do my crafting. When the kids moved out of the rec room in the basement it became my studio. I can work on all kinds of projects and leave them right where I put them. If I don’t get back to them for a few days or a week I’m fine. Many times I’ll sneak fifteen minutes here, an hour there. Sometimes I get a whole Sunday afternoon.