Way back when I started first started blogging, my focus was living creatively and the bulk of my posts were about things I had made or rather, things I had tried to make that didn’t turn out quite right. I had so much fun learning to sew and take pictures. When I look back at my first blog, I really feel that – the enthusiasm I had for creating and making. But as my photography business started to grow, crafting time fell to the wayside and photography quickly took over my… well, everything. As much as I love photography (obviously!) a little part of me ached. Making with your hands and making with your camera are two totally different things and I wanted to get back to flipping through sewing books, pulling a needle through fabric, laughing at failed projects and rejoicing over successful ones.
Fast forward two years and I’m standing in my very own craft room counting my blessings! Last night as I unpacked and sorted through my supplies, I felt rooted. As I folded my piles of fabric and organized my embroidery thread, I felt a deep connection to my mother, grandmother and the creative line of women from which I come. Some of my earliest memories are of my mother bent over her sewing machine in the small space she had carved out under the stairs – her sanctuary from the hectic life of raising four kids. As I put my paintbrushes and markers and fancy hole-punches in their places, I felt connected to the five year old me who spent hour upon hour drawing and colouring. As I hung photos and paintings on the wall I felt warm – so many of them treasures I’ve collected from my travels.
It’s an incredible feeling to know I have a creative space all my own! (And of course, the dogs are happy to have a new place to play). I’m so excited to start my first project in my new craft room. It will be a full circle of sorts, as I share my latest creation on my photography blog. Happy Friday everyone – I hope you spend the weekend doing things that make you feel happy and firmly planted. xo.