Do-it-yourself works

My grandmother was a master Stitcher. As a two year old, I sat on the ground, feeling the rumble of her feet upon the treadle of the Singer machine. Its glorious black & gold designs making way into my imagination.

She sewed everything. I would finger the stitched places in our well mended jumpers. I know how to spell LOVE and it was in that thread. Stitching is sacred. I enact it in my work, a sacred seamstress to bring Grandma’s fingers to life, for you.

My Grandfather was the fixer of small appliances. There was the balance; Grandma mended the clothes, Grandpa fixed the appliances. His faith in restoration and a well-placed screwdriver was the foundation for my values. Together, they built my faith in a job well done & do-it-yourself living.

Thus, I went to the bookstore instead of a mentor. I went to India instead of a local ashram. I went to the forest instead of a guru. They showed me the power of simple, well placed tools to re-store everything and anything.

Allow this hard found wisdom within me to be put to good use.