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This may come off as corny and cheesy but, my fiber craft heroes are my mom and maternal grandmother. Both of these lovely ladies are always striving to learn and try something new; always improving on their skills. Can’t isn’t even in their vocabulary, which makes them awesome role models in the
My grandmother is the one who taught me to crochet. When I was 4 she handed me some yarn and proceeded to teach me how to finger chain. Once I mastered that she upgraded the lesson with showing me how to chain with a hook. By the time I was 8 I knew all the basics of crocheting and with a little help with reading patterns and charts was able to make my own FO’s.
She doesn’t crochet much anymore, mostly focusing on her painting, but she still works on expanding her knowledge in her craft. My grandmother is a watercolor artist and recently she has informed me that she is taking up acrylics.
My mom is the type who has many, many (and I mean many) irons in the fire at once. Her first love is
all things sewing. Embroidery, cross-stitch, plastic canvasing, etc. And when I
was a child she taught me these same skills; including trying to teach me how
to use a sewing machine. To me they are a necessary evil and I only use one
when I can’t talk her into doing it for me.
|Two charcoal sketches my grandmother gave me.|
|Cross-stitch and crochet items my mother has given me.|
|The baby blanket my mother made for me 34 years ago. It fits a full size bed and I still use it.|
She picked up crocheting again in my pre-teens and I remember how odd it was that she would ask for help from me from time to time when she would get stuck on a stitch or reading a pattern. Recently, my mom has decided to learn knitting. And again there are these moments when we are talking over a pattern that it strikes me how odd it is that I’m the teacher.
Also, I blame her for my penchant of having multiple projects going at once. Every time I talk to her she has some new endeavor she’s working on. Last month she was making feather and ribbon hair barrettes and now she is doing something with a laminating machine and peacock feathers (don’t ask, I don’t know). My mom has given me a sense of wonder at what I can accomplish if only I set my mind to doing it; there is nothing I can’t achieve.