A Prolific Creator

 I was listening to a podcast this morning.  The interviewer always starts with the artist's origin story.  Were you the arty kid?  I most certainly was an arty kid.  My parent's both worked with their hands and always encouraged me to do so as well.  I remember getting a tiny set of tools when I was quite young.  Dad let me use them to 'help' build our garage.  Mom knitted and sewed.  There were always fabric scraps that I could use.  I am so glad that I took a photo of the stuffies I created when I was about 11 years old.  I am pretty sure they ended up in the garbage as Mom was never overly sentimental.  

Birthdays and Christmas often brought arts and crafts supplies.  My oldest brother gave me a good set of paintbrushes possibly around the age of 14ish.  I still have them!  I was also pretty resourceful and found clay at a creek near our home.  There was a Bell telephone building not terribly far away and you could scrounge colourful wire from their dumpster.  I remember making rings and bracelets with that wire.  Then there was a shoe factory near one of my schools.  I recall getting leather from their dumpster but I don't remember what I made with it.  

Well, that was a fun little trip down memory lane.  It just reaffirms for me that art and craft have always been in my blood.  I am ever so grateful to have this creativity in me!  It is so good for my mental health.