Crafting for me is the legacy given to me by my mother. What a magical place her studio was for a young girl. Shelves filled with every sort of interesting thing. Drawers to be opened, fingers marveling to sense what the imagination could bring to life.
Nothing was off limits in my mother's studio. Oils taken to paint rocks, background cloths to become doll clothes and hide away places. Brush strokes added after my mother's hand. Never once in my young life did my mother ever speak an unkind word to me.
A quiet girl always alone needed the safety of imagination to create a world for herself. The breath of creativity filling days with joy.
I love my craft room and it's shelves filled with treasures to eye spy. My mother is close to me in this place, and her praise is kind.
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