Origins

It's back again to that place between the Red Dump Truck and the Crayon Box. ...Somewhere around 4 or 5 years old when my Mother was expecting another child. She was knitting itty bitty scarves and hats for the new one coming. She was sewing clothing for both me and herself. Matching Mother-Daughter dresses. Halloween costumes. Play outfits. I would ask my Mother for her leftover scraps. Bits and bobs of trim and pompoms... Scraps of leftover fabric. I would make long chains

After starting the new school year we all were provided a school supplies list by the new first grade teacher. A box of tissue. Some pencils. Perhaps a bottle of glue. We always went off to the store to pickup our supplies on the list. My wise Mother always guiding us along, pen in hand, to check off the items as they were placed in our shopping cart. This is where my Mother's job shined. For she was a school teacher herself. And she made certain that every item on the list w

Back to my wise Mother who watched me pick out my first toy at the local store one day as I approached my 3rd birthday. We had gone on an outing and since my birthday was coming fast, she had told me I could select whichever toy I wanted with one requirement...I must be able to pick it up and carry it to the front register for payment. Seems like a simple choice and task for a three-year-old. And to a point it was. But alas I did not just select a coloring book, doll or even

You may be wondering, why 'A Gardener's Journal'. And what does this journal have to do with a lady who designs and is responsible for building outdoor living spaces as well as hand dyeing yarn. Let's talk... You see, I haven't had a personal garden space since my late teens. When I was a teenager I was the appointed family gardener. Responsible for our backyard garden where we grew summer vegetables and keeping our flower pots alive and florific throughout the summer. I knew

My wise Mother would tell you it all started somewhere between the Red Dump Truck and the Crayon box. The Red Dump Truck goes back to my 3rd birthday. The Crayon box by the time I turned six. That's when she could see that I was not the most typical young lass. I had a penchant for dirt and building as well as a knack...and need for color. I, however, would probably tell you about my management skills at the ripe old age of five. As the Kindergarten class was playing and my

I am often asked by clients, co-workers, employees and friends~ How did you start working in this business anyway? Sheepishly and curiously, they ask with reticence. Carefully, as if the mere question may offend. But it is of no offense. I understand. For you see, even in these modern times, it is quite an accomplishment, and I admit, an atypical career for a woman. I mean, how did this lady who started out studying biology and later architecture at university end up working