My grandma taught me to embroider. She would play euchre, cribbage, or pinochle with my aunts and uncles, and I would sit next to them needlepointing a wildflower or a tree into some fabric.
I found it soothing back then, just as I still do today. The constant motion of my hands. The feeling of the soft fabric. The pleasant shock I receive when finally all the seemingly random stitches come together to form something beautiful.
I never thought that skill would one day become such a huge part of my life. I never thought that this thing we did in our family would become something other people desired and admired. And I never thought I’d take the risk to start working for myself and selling my own creations.
But the world is full of beautiful surprises, especially if you’re willing to go out on a limb every once and awhile. Are there any limbs you can venture onto this week?
My limb this week is the #handmademt fair coming up this weekend in Bozeman. It’s my first real art show that I’m doing with my new business. Come swing by on Saturday and Sunday if you’re in the area! There will be over 200 amazing artists with their handcrafted goods, and I’m honored to be one of them!