I am from a creative family. My mother sewed our clothes when we were little and while I was unappreciative at the time because of the sensitivity of how rough the fabric was against my skin (and I cried buckets of tears until I adjusted to the scratchiness) I now know that her crafting skills gave me my creative skills. My mother could: sew, knit, crochet, quilt and do various needle crafts. She learned her skills through books - she would have loved the internet and the immediacy of information.
My father is also creative. He does woodworking and dabbles in photography. He catches with his camera, birds that visit his pond on his daily walks. Whenever one of us buys a new camera, there is lots to talk about. We eagerly look at photos and discuss what was happening when the moment was captured.
My sister has amazing quilting skills and sewing skills that I admire. She loves the process of making the same item repeatedly and sells her items to friends and sometimes does a little craft show here and there. She is a knitter as well. Whenever I walk into her sewing room, I am inspired by the yarns and fabrics on the shelves. Whenever we are together, we are knitting and talking.
|thank you Ginny for the yarn and soap!|
I used to dig through my mother's scrap yarn and impatiently crochet or knit a dress for my barbies. Sadly barbie's head had to be taken off for the dress to fit but hey, I was 8-9 years old. I was proud of myself and my budding crafting skills.
I watched my parents as they patiently worked on their projects and how the process was as much valued as the finished product.
I still get excited when I'm about to start a new knitting project, imagining what it will look like when it's done. Since I've been knitting forever, most of the time my imaginations match my finished project. Sometimes my imaginations are way off. The yarn wasn't the right choice, the gauge was off. Or somehow I was on another planet when I started. That happens and that is okay. The more I create the chances of success increase and disappointments decrease. I learn something new with each project.
Since childhood I've been creating and somehow I doubt I will stop. No matter what, there is something out there that is begging to be knit.