I can still hear Saturday morning's siren call - clinking scissors slicing through dress patterns. The rhythmic cutting, broken only by the crinkling and smoothing of the delicate tissue paper. Growing up, I thought every little girl had a mommy who made her pretty dresses, matching bows and Halloween costumes. It was magic to that four-year-old!
I was born to an overly-creative mother who can make anything with a popsicle stick and pipe cleaners. (She's a total MacGyver like that.) I'm lucky she's very patient because I inherited enough of her genes to really like trying stuff - sewing, hot gluing, painting, sanding, building, baking.
These are my adventures in attempting to be creative.
