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Heartagram cable-knit scarf |
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Child's fish hat |
Growing
up learning how to make things was important in my family. At a very
early age, I was taught to sew, cross-stitch, quilt, paint, tat (Not tattooing
but the making of fine lace), knit, crochet, and so on. I enjoyed the
creativity of it all. As a child, I learned how rewarding it could be to
successfully be able to make something, rather than go buy it. If we ran
out of ideas, a thing of rare occasion, but if we did happen to run out of
ideas, we would visit craft fairs and such for inspiration, and soon, we would
be well on our way to learning how to make something new.
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Fairy Tale finger puppets |
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Halloween finger puppets |
I
was in middle school, around the age of 13 or 14, when I first realized that no
one my age knew how to do these things, nor did they want to know. When a
classmate rather snottily asked me where I found time to do all that crafty
stuff, that her life was way too busy for such nonsense, then I understood that
being able to make things and taking the time to actually do that was a rare
thing in this day and time.
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Cozy Ruffled Afghan |
Around
high school, I discovered through my friends that they wanted to participate in
the items I was making, so I began to show whoever whatever they wanted to
learn. In college, I made a little extra money by fixing torn/ripped
seams of clothing owned by other girls that lived in my dorm. My thread-filled
knowledge turned into a hot commodity. Now, I have inadvertently created
a knitting/crocheting circle. Over time, I have taught or inspired most
of my girlfriends to pick up yarn in their spare time, and somehow, they have
all, like me, stuck with it.
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Child's penguin hat |
Our
knitting adventures are so common, I am always shocked when someone approaches
me after they have purchased something or they are about to purchase something
from my etsy shop SoftWarmandCosy to ask me where I find the time to be so
creative. Almost once a week, someone stops me to talk about knitting or
crocheting. Their eyes glaze over as they tell me about a grandmother or
an aunt who used to crochet blankets, or how they would watch their elder
relative sit and crochet when they were small children. Then, they shake
themselves out of their little daydream with the admission that they simply
could never get the hang of it.
This
always makes me glad that my own mother and grandmothers had the forethought to
share with me their knowledge of how to make handcrafted works. Being
creative was held as highly important a necessity as reading books. I am
also happy to be able to share it with my friends, and I love that I now have
the opportunity to make hand-knitted items for my friends who could never get
the hang of it.
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Baby Blanket |