May.09.2026 How Fiber Arts Became Part of My Tapestry

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 with the yarn.

Then braid the chains together.

I now had a hair ribbon.

Better than anything at the store.

Because my hair ribbons were unique.

I would use them to tie up my long hair.

And I was certain~

that when I wore these braided chain hair ribbons...

I was the best thing since sliced bread.

And those bits and bobs of trims and pompoms...

they also became decorations

for an empty tin can covered in fabric scraps...

my own version of a pencil holder.

Or maybe a fashionable book cover

crafted in leftover fabric and trim.

Sometimes I would put glue magnets

on the back of those leftover pompoms

and get some googly eyes...

affix them to the pompom trim.

Such cute refrigerator magnets.

Perfect gifts for family members.

And then somewhere along the way...

Many years and decades

after the fabric covered books,

and yarn-chain hair ribbons...

Yarn stopped being just something I played with

and became something I create.

Designed with intention.

Dyed with care.

I was always making things....

I still do today.

For I am a Maker at heart.

And Makers make.