
back in the time known as b.k. (before kiddos), i spent a fair amount of time at my co-op pottery studio. it was a quiet zone with the utmost respect of space and freedom, and wonderful relationships were built. it was a creative time in a very inspiring space - i felt safe taking risks and stepping away from a lifetime of being convinced "i cannot draw for shit so i am not an artist". it all changed then and there. the clay, that studio, my teacher + friends :: it changed me.

that urge to create, that need to use my hands + make things didn't stop when i had the littles, but it definitely went into hibernation for a while. over time, though, the maker in me resurfaced with many baby knits and eventually during one naptime, i happened upon the sewing machine my mom gave me about 20 years ago. i remember her telling me that it would be "a good thing to have", but never knew what it would come to mean for me.
it was on that first sewing machine that i made the hub a set of curtains with Barry + Glodean xerox transfers back when we were dating. and it is that hub who encouraged me to find that pottery studio. and it is that pottery studio that made me realize i have a creative voice. and it is that creative voice that resurfaced in my stitches since becoming a mother.
knitting and sewing has been the kiss that awakened the artist in me and allows me to find balance in motherhood. carving out time to create refuels me in so many ways. i am blessed to have a quiet space to work in, and find inspiring niveaus of square one with every mess and subsequent cleanout + reorganization. wishing you a lovely weekend - happy making! xoxo