I was blessed to be raised by two very creative people. My father was quite the U.S, Navy/Mr. Fix-it, problem solver type. He taught me that “with the right tools you can do anything”. Daddy was also patient enough to teach me how to untangle the knotted up jewelry in my jewelry box as a little girl. My mother is a creative gal (although she would argue that this is not so) she writes and is quite good at styling fashion and interior design and is chasing down our ancestry. Mama taught me that “if you can read, you can do anything”. This taught me to explore, learn and experiment along the way.
During my school years I took needlepoint classes and learned to sew. Music was a big part of my life I sang in church choirs, school choruses and played the flute. By the time I got married and was working full-time, most of my creativity was music focused but I sewed and crafted when I could. When I became a Mama, I was blessed to be able to stay home with by girls. Raising littles is a busy thing hard work but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I found time to color or craft with them. My husband is very supportive and a great Dad so I was able to make some clothes for girls and gifts for others. I took up counted cross-stitch, tried my hand at tole painting and sang in the church choir or praise team. (None of that could have been done without his support.)
We visited a powwow to show the girls a bit of our Native American history… they get it from both sides of the family. While there my oldest saw something she really wanted to have. But at six years old it’s price was too steep for it to be lost or forgotten in a toybox. So she asked “Mama can you learn to make it?” I set out to do just that. More about that next time… Melanie