For as long as I can remember, and long before that, my mom has been the jack of all creative trades and master of… them all.
There is not one thing she can not make or do (well, except maybe write calligraphy). She can knit, crochet, sew, embroider, needlepoint, quilt, paper craft, design, and more. And not only can she do all of the things, but she is impeccably talented in all of these areas.
If you want her to knit, she won’t just knit you a basic scarf, but it will be an exquisite jacket with every stitch perfectly placed and even. If you want her to make you a paper card for an upcoming celebration, it won’t be a cut-out glued to a piece of card stock, but rather a 3D pop-up design. And if you need to design a home, she will measure the length of you arm to make sure you don’t have to reach too far to turn on the garbage disposal.
Everything she creates is created well.
The funny thing is that growing up I didn’t feel like my mom and I had any common creative interests. I’ve always been a creative person, but I channeled my passions into painting, drawing, and pottery. She attempted many times to teach me sewing or knitting, but I had zero interest in learning. She tried to show me paper crafting, but I felt it was too tedious and monotonous. I’ve always admired her talent, but never cared to learn these skills myself. Until, I learned calligraphy.
Up until graduating high school, I had always participated in regular art classes and after-school art programs, but once I graduated creating art was no longer a part of my daily routine. I instead thrust myself into pursuing my college science degree and didn’t look back for 7 years. Then, at the age of 25 I realized I desperately needed a creative outlet and chose to learn calligraphy. Suddenly, all of my past joy in creating art came rushing back and it was as if a veil was lifted from my eyes.
My desire to learn was insatiable and fortunately, my mom is gifted and well-learned in just about everything. All of a sudden our conversations turned from talking about work and friends to which type of paper is best and who makes the best markers and how to score paper.
Soon, my desire for creativity began to bleed over into other avenues. I wanted to learn how to make linen banners, so she taught me how to sew over FaceTime. I wanted to create a wood sign, so she told me how to properly sand and stain wood. I wanted to start learning hand embroidery, so she told me where to buy embroidery floss and how to tie a french knot.
All of the creative arts I refused to learn growing up were suddenly at my fingertips and being taught to me by the craftiest person I know. Weekly (and often daily), my mom poured forth her knowledge and experience and patiently guided me as I attempted to learn new skills.
So much of what my business is today, I owe to my mom. In owning a business, people often times ask me where my creativity stems from and the answer is simple: ‘I get it from my mama.’ And how blessed I am to be her daughter.