I See My Grandmother's Hands in Mine
My first impulse is to say I am inspired by
my beautiful child, Rowan. But that is not entirely true. I am compelled by my child. I am inspired by my
I remember as a child that spending time with Grandma meant making something with our hands.
She taught me to knit. We collected the elderberries from the bush to make the pie. We collected acorns to make a
Thanksgiving centerpiece. We wove an octopus around a ball of tissue for a head, and braided his legs.
When I hold my young daughter's hands to guide the glue, or clap my hands for the pine cone masterpiece we have
made I see my grandmother's hands in mine.
The memories I cherish, the toys I pass on to my daughter, and
the skills in my hands, latent but now stretching to creative life... all are inspired by those hands which once
held mine, as now I hold Rowan's.
Handmade items are rooted. They have a history and they
collect stories. All of the items we make are rooted in these values and we strive to encourage wonder and simple