Once upon a time, I was a public school teacher. Before that, I taught in private schools, worked as a secretary to an optician, and did some serious fundraising for the best orchestra in the United States.
It didn’t take long for me to realize that none of those jobs were amazingly fulfilling for me. They were just jobs.
I was teaching when my oldest babe was born, and The Mister (clever man that he is) suggested that I consider quitting teaching because it was quite obviously the wrong profession for me. So I stayed home and loved on my daughter. We had our boys soon after, and I practiced my career as Professional Mama.
Somewhere in there, I learned to knit, and started to sew. Knitting helped me to survive our first year of homeschooling, and I evolved into That Woman Who Takes Her Knitting Everywhere. I began to feel confident enough in my craft that I started giving handknit gifts for birthdays and Christmas. People started coming to me to learn to knit, and to sort out their knitting mishaps. They asked me to show them the baby carriers I make; they wanted me to teach them how to wear their sweet little ones.
This little business of mine grew naturally. I discovered that I have an eye for colour, I learned how to see the pieces of the puzzle (or garment) and how they fit together to make something lovely. I learned that my short people love the fleece comfy pants I make more than any other bit of clothing available to them.
I am so blessed to be home with my children, nuturing them, schooling them, baking bread with them. I can weave my work into the fabric of our lives in such a way that all of our needs can be met. I have the flexibility to work at home, at the park, at the library, or at the kitchen table on any given day.
I appreciate my customers more than I am able to express, because it’s you (and my superty hardworking husband) who give me the opportunity to be a hands-on, nurturing parent. Thank you so much for giving me t