Well what can I tell you about myself, except to say that I have always enjoyed making things and playing with colours. As a small child I remember how much I loved to play and draw with my Crayola wax crayons. And then paint using the water colours in my tin paint box and the oil paint by number sets that I sometimes got for Christmas.
Then I found my mother's wicker button basket and inside were all the colourful buttons of different shapes and sizes that she had cut off and saved from old clothing to use again for other things. That was a part of her "waste not - want not" way of thinking which she passed on to me because today I have several big glass jars of buttons in my own sewing room. And then I learned to sew on an old Singer
foot-pedaled sewing machine. And then to knit, crochet, embroider, do needlepoint, quilt, hook rugs, woodworking and on and on it went.
So I supposed you could say that I was born to be a creative "maker of things" and to tell the truth, most people are in some way.
My mother used to tell me that I was like her mother who could make something out of nothing. I never met my grandmother Gertrude because she died long before I was born but my connection to her always made me feel better about my sometimes silly need to create and make colourful things.
And although I have done many things in life like being a front desk hotel receptionist and manager, coordinator of this and that, an advisor for community development projects and a museum director, researcher, coach, mentor etc, nothing was ever as much fun as getting away from all of that serious stuff and finding my way back to playing with colours. I also like to write and tell stories.
And so it is here in this little place called Maggies Inn, that I find the time to spend with family and friends, make stuff, watch my Tiny Patch Garden grow, walk, read, write and tell stories.
And that for me is a very good thing!
Every child is an artist, the problem is staying an artist when you grow up.