THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 12, 2009
Hi, my name is Robyn and I don't blog.
At least that's what I've been telling myself and a certain insistent friend for a while now.
I do, however, craft. I inherited a compulsive need to make, which you'd know if you saw my stash of afghans, doilies, embroidery and quilts passed down from my grandmothers and their mothers before them. (These inspirational crafters, my grandmothers, were named Viola Mae and Pearl White.) And I can't leave out my own mother, who kept me in handmade clothes as a kid. She continues to inspire me with her DIY attitude and artistic ability.
So, this crafty blog is named after my grandmothers, but it isn'texactly a tribute to them, although they're as deserving as any dedicated crafters could be. No, it's more a tribute to the past and those things that, at least in my mind, define what was best about it: a focus on family, a handmade home, cooking from scratch, prudent, DIY sensibilities and a simple, sincere faith in God.
I do, however, craft. I inherited a compulsive need to make, which you'd know if you saw my stash of afghans, doilies, embroidery and quilts passed down from my grandmothers and their mothers before them. (These inspirational crafters, my grandmothers, were named Viola Mae and Pearl White.) And I can't leave out my own mother, who kept me in handmade clothes as a kid. She continues to inspire me with her DIY attitude and artistic ability.
So, this crafty blog is named after my grandmothers, but it isn'texactly a tribute to them, although they're as deserving as any dedicated crafters could be. No, it's more a tribute to the past and those things that, at least in my mind, define what was best about it: a focus on family, a handmade home, cooking from scratch, prudent, DIY sensibilities and a simple, sincere faith in God.
It's quite possible that my mother and the aforementioned friend are the only two people who will ever read this blog. So here you go, ladies.
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