Here I go!

All of my life I have loved making things. I would use fabric, paper, plastic, whatever I could get my hands on. I would spend hours thinking up what i wanted, how I would do it, and finally i would make it.

At last, when it was finished and unveiled, the rush would come. You know that rush, that sense of utter failure? No matter what, it never was right, and would end up almost immediately in the garbage. It seemed that no matter how hard I tried, I sucked.

When I was a little girl, my mother would make all of my clothes. I remember laying on the floor at her feet while she made me a jumper...with a matching purse of course! At a very young age(3) she began having me hand sew the purses myself. Happy times. Then at age 5 my two great aunts taught me how to crochet, the granny square!

Their creations were soo beautiful. I always wanted to make thing like themn. The funny thing is, that while I never thought things I made were good enough, I never stopped trying. This fact alone is strange. But I kept trying.

to be continued...