Where did your interest in handmade start? Do you remember the first thing you made?
I have all these little snippets of memory from growing up, of being exposed to people making stuff and teaching me how. We lived on a farm so my paternal grandmother was always making food. She made the bread for the household and, when she took the loaves out of the oven, she’d use a stick of butter and rub the end over the tops of the loaves to give them a nice finish. My sister and I would sneak in and use our fingernails to pick the buttery crust off the bread to eat. And I don’t remember anyone ever speaking harshly to us about that!
My maternal grandfather was a serial craftsman. He ALWAYS had a hobby, one hobby, that he would do intensely and master. And then he would drop it and move on. He built houses. He took and developed photographs. He was a rockhound and collected rocks and gems all over the country. He made the most amazing wood furniture. But, once he was really, really good at something, it seems to have lost its hold on him and he’d find another outlet because he just seemed to need to make things.
My mother inherited the serial crafting gene from him. When I was little, she was into sewing. She made her clothes and our clothes. She was a first-grade teacher so she would do that all day and then stay up late, late at night and sew fabulous clothes. And then, one day, she just stopped. And took up knitting. She read knitting patterns to fall asleep at night. She made up her own patterns. She knit fabulous sweaters. And then, one day, she just stopped. I could go on and on . . .
So I’ve come honestly by my desire to make things! The first thing I really remember making, other than the typical drawings a little kid makes, was a piece of embroidery. My farm grandmother started me on it. It was a transfer design of a basket with flowers in it and I remember working really hard on it. I wish I still had that little piece of cloth and I think of it sometimes, when I’m ironing embroidered linens for my Etsy shop.
I cherish the “hands at home” history of my family and I can see, everyday, how it has influenced my style and aesthetic sense. I wonder if most artisans learn their love of crafting at home? Or do some people come to it later, without the influence from an early age?
How about you? What was the first thing you made? Who taught you?
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“serial craftsman,” now I finally have a label for my husband’s tendency to pick up hobbies! Except his could apply to sports, as well. I can’t remember the first thing I ever made, but my mom and great grandmother were both artistic. Stopping by from the Etsy Blog Team!
Thanks for stopping in, Alison! I just read your Life of Riley post and loved it!
The first is hazy, but I know my mother was constantly engaging us with creating and learning games. My first sewing project must have been a quilo (tiny quilt that folds into a pillow).
I remember quilos (or quillows? Whatever . . .) I thought they were the coolest invention ever!
My mother and grandmother surely inspired me. I can’t remember the first thing I made but I was doing embroidery, knitting, crochet and sewing my own clothes by the time I was a teenager 🙂 Annie
Mothers and grandmothers–they loom so large in our lives!
My mother was a serial crafter too, but never liked to finish her projects!
Luckily both of my aunts are very crafty and got me into making handmade items.
Oh, those pesky UFOs (Un-Finished Objects)! I think we’re all a little guilty of moving on too soon in some cases!
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