Here’s where it started
I was born and raised in a family of creative parents with strong entrepreneurial spirits. My mother was a stay-at-home mom who championed through 16 pregnancies; including 2 sets of twins. She sewed, baked, cooked, crafted; sang with us and to us. She helped in the family businesses as well. My father was self-employed. His business ventures included: bakery, a grocery-store, take-out-restaurant and bar, and a building construction company he operated with his brother. He too, was a creative soul who loved music, singing and dancing. Having evidently received qualities of both my mother and father, my creative personality was carved in stone.
I’ve always had a vivid imagination and to date, it never goes silent. Coupled with my inherent character, thinking, figuring out, and doing is an everyday occurrence. It’s from that place, I learn and grow.
Got It Covered
The idea that we learn to read; then, read to learn took deep root in my life at an early age. Much of what I do is born of my desire-to-know and learn. At right: The bookshelf used to be a mass of multicoloured spines. Since books excite me, the abundance of hues and bold-type titles acted as a stimulant. At bedtime, they continually drew my attention and urged me to explore their contents. To suppress their insistent calls, I took a stack of newsprint paper, tape, scissors and two metallic markers and covered them all.
Passion For Creativity and the arts
Books and music; people and poetry; theatre and movies; voices, singing and writing stir my heart.
I’m passionate about what I do and committed to the creative process. In plain words, I’ll work long hours; sometimes for little pay because I want to. Creating makes me happy; it energizes me. At times, ideas jump into my head just when I’m ready for bed.
Then, I get excited, lose interest in sleep and begin calculating how to get those things done. I never think it wouldn’t work; the problem is, sometimes it doesn’t. Still, I continually give it all I’ve got; failing forward has been instrumental in my creative development.
I try to imagine myself living a non-creative lifestyle but I never get past the initial thought. Sometimes though, the torrent of creativity that envelops me, can feel like a burden. That stems directly from believing I haven’t done or given enough of what I’ve been awarded.
Blogging - a healing element in my life
This blog has enabled me to give in a way I couldn’t before it existed. The prospect of answering questions and creatively aiding solutions softens a mental load. As a result, the notion of being a creative hoarder has quieted -in part. When I publish a post, my deepest desire is to help. Your visit provides that opportunity; for that -Thank you.
I don’t post as frequently as I’d like; and part of it has to do with wanting to share content that demands mega preparation. So, to keep you from waiting, I post projects I can get done on time.
Creative spaces size and function
I prefer to work in large spaces for a couple reasons: I can make a mess; close the door; and return at my convenience. Too, I feel trapped in small places of any type.
One of the main reasons I love larger spaces is because I have an ongoing need to learn how-to create whatever comes to my mind. Consequently, there’s always an inflow of crafting materials for to-do projects. The thing is; I don’t always do as promptly as planned.
That leaves a lot of spaces covered with supplies. It drives me nuts because it brings about a feeling of not working fast enough. If it does that to me, well; God help my family.
In spite of that, living and working through the creative process is important to me. So, over the years, I’ve learned to appreciate my work-space, regardless of size.
Centered on sewing machines
Much of my life revolves around the sewing machines; I couldn’t imagine living without them.
I learned to sew by trial and error. My interest sparked in early childhood when I saw a generation of people around me who sewed their own clothes and dressed impeccably. It was further kindled when I watched old Hollywood movies in black and white and later, in technicolour. I loved the stories but images of the actors’ wardrobe never left my mind.
In my aggressive youth, I sewed a lot of clothing for myself. Today, most of my sewing is a means giving; that makes me I’m happy.
Working With What’s Available
Living through the creative process is an important part of my existence. So, through the years, I’ve learned to appreciate the space that’s available.
starting was slow
For years my children encouraged me to create a blog but I wasn’t sure where to start. To be honest, I didn’t even know what it meant. When you’ve lived a life of parenting, sewing, crafting, baking, cooking, decorating, homemaking and writing, where do you begin?
chasing creative ambitions
I’ve come to terms with the fact that my brain works faster than my hands. Simply put, my creative ambitions run ahead of me. And I’ve decided to enjoy the chase.
Sewing Machines power
They are fast and powerful with noisy motors; at top speed, they sew 6000 stitches per minute. I’ve had my sewing machines for more than 2 decades. The industrials pictured above are the second oldest of four faithful workhorses I’ve operated for more than 20 years.
Making samples for reference
A lot of what I do comes right out of my imagination. And since we’ve established my brain is ahead of my hands, I make samples on the spot to capture my thoughts.
They are not necessarily polished products and I don’t take notes. But I pin them to a styrofoam wall and keep them for reference. That’s another area of my surroundings covered with craft paraphernalia. My non-documenting system has it limitations though; especially regarding colour mixing.
Sometimes, I end up having to start from scratch. The coffee filter flower below left is one my samples; thankfully, I remember the process.
Making Paper flowers DIY - my roots
I saw my mother making paper flowers when I was a young girl. They were gorgeous and colourful. She used double layer crepe paper for her roses and separated the layers when she wanted to make lightweight flowers. I never learned her techniques in detail because I took it for granted. Still, I managed to fill in the gaps and develop my own style in later years. Now, she looks at my flowers and she’s amazed that they’re not made of crepe paper.
Baking and cooking at home
At home, the kitchen is one of my favourite areas to create. Baking and cooking allows me to give abundantly at lower costs. As well, my imagination inspires lavish presentation; it’s another creative outlet.
My desire to bake and cook has its origins in two things; my upbringing and my creative spirit. Both my parents baked and my father did it at a professional level. But I didn’t learn about baking from either of them -I read books.
The desire to learn is a powerful motivator.
I write Poetry Too
Memorizing a poem and reciting it in front of the classroom was a regular occurrence in my early school years -an exciting one, I might add.
I looked forward to those moments and listened intently to my classmates recite words written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sir William Wordsworth, Lord Tennyson and other famous poets.
Whenever it was my turn to do my recitation, I couldn’t be happier. The words did something special to me and I saw vivid pictures of what the poets meant to convey. With that, I knew someday, I would attempt to write my own poetry.
Now, depending on the mood, some of my poems are lengthy; others are short, playful and meant to make you smile -like the one below
starting point - means to an end - and more
Through the years, I’ve learned that a vivid imagination, self-expression and a creative heart is only the beginning. They are gifts that need nurturing to stay alive. If placed in a dark corner until a convenient time, they will perish. In the same way we need nourishment, so too, they require regular practice to thrive.
I admit it’s challenging; and sometimes it demands sacrifice. But whatever the alternatives, I won’t trade my portion for the world.
Thank you so much for taking the time to read. I hope you will stop by again soon.
If the LORD will, see you next time