lorigami

One of my earliest childhood memories is of a warm summer day spent sitting with my great-grandmother at a table outside her Florida home. In my hands was a hole punch, and I was making “beads” from those brightly colored styrofoam cartons storebought eggs used to come in. Her name was Lily and she and I made long necklaces from those beads that we wrapped around our necks and proudly wore to dinner. As I grew older, Her daughter, my grandma, continued the tradition of inspiring me to do things myself instead of relying on the storebought. I thought she was magic because she could turn an icky cucumber into something as spectacular as a pickle!

My mother understood my frustration with off-the-rack “fashions”, and taught me to sew - helping me make more than one (now) embarrassing high-school party dress. She also didn’t flinch when I stole the best of her 1960’s vintage, and is still my flea-market partner-in-crime.

These days, I’ve grown up into an obsessive DIYer with a penchant for recycled materials and a refusal to accept the ordinary. I blame them.  I live with my husband and entirely too many cats in a little house in Atlanta that is undergoing perpetual renovation. I dream about the day when I have a perfectly organized craft room and a garden full of roses and tomatoes. Dream with me??