How It All Started
HOW IT ALL STARTED
Craftiness was basically forced down my throat (lovingly) at an early age. I learned to crochet when I was 6, to sew when I was 8, and to knit when I was 10.Why so young? My Mother told me, “You need to have hobbies; I don’t want you ever saying you’re bored. That’s silly and a waste of time. AND, you must have a skill to fall back on.”
She taught me to crochet and knit since they were her favorite past times as a kid, hoping I would enjoy the crafts as much as her. While I was partial to sewing, both of these have found their way into my heart. I’m really glad I had such a supportive Mother (with the patience of a SAINT) as surely not many people would be willing to sit with a child for hours on end answering every damn question they could pull out of their ass.
My sister, who is also my amazingly fantastical partner-in-crime, tattoo buddy, and supposed “bad influence” (though it is argued that I am her “bad influence”) is the one who taught me to sew. She also has the patience of a saint and thank GOODNESS. I cannot even count how many needles I’ve jammed, broken, or bent, how many seams I’ve had to rip, or how many times I’ve had to scream “SISTERRRRR” because I didn’t know how to piece something together.
If it weren’t for them, I certainly wouldn’t be as crafty as I am today.
Hope you stick around,