You know those families where the kids learn from a young age about sewing, and knitting, and spinning, and weaving, and crochet, and all the other crafts under the sun? Well that was my childhood. I lived on a cattle farm in North-East Victoria (sometimes beef, sometimes dairy), there wasn’t much in the way of television, but there was plenty of outside and lots of books. And my grandmother.
Nana Kit (as she is known to us all), gave me my first loom, showed me how to spin using a stick and let me loose on her sewing machine and knitting needles. She is the one who once called me and asked if I would like a hand knitted woolen jumper, and then when I said yes dropped over the wool, needles and a pattern. Not quite what I had hoped for.
What this has done for me over the years is that I have a very strong sense of creating. Making things really isn’t as hard as people think it is, I firmly believe that everyone is able to, they just have to be brave and give it a shot.
My grandmother never really quilted. She sewed most of her clothes, recovered chairs, crocheted and wove blankets – but never actually quilted. I started quilting sometime last century, can’t remember when really. I think I was living in Brisbane and needed to do something for me. But since then (on and off if I am honest about it), I have designed and made quilts, mostly for fun, sometimes for other reasons.
It is what I do.