My Front Room

Ever since I can remember I've had a fascination for making little objects and things. I love going to fabric and craft shops and often feel inspired by what I find. I think it's got something to do with the time and effort put into something that has been made but that has also been so closely worked with, that it shows an intimacy between the maker and the object.

I remember spending time with my Mum in the front room of our house, the dining room. It was supposed to be 'the good room', for when visitors came over, but mostly it was full of stuff...buttons, fabric, thread, sewing machine, ironing board and the list goes on. Things, projects my Mum had great intentions of doing, some where works in progress, some where yet to be realized. In this space I learnt how to use a sewing machine, how to make pompoms from winding wool, how to knit, how to make paper flowers. My Mum used this place to create, to inspire, to escape, to make, to survive. I learnt the joys of making in this place.

I now have my own space to create, but there will always be something magical about the time shared in my front room with my Mum making little pieces of life.