eclectic. vintage. treasured.
We grew up listening to tales of our existence, how we became members of our own family. Just because we were natural born children to my mother did not mean the three of us needed to arrive under usual circumstances. I was a gypsy, my brother an alien, and my sister appeared on a salad bar. These finely crafted, unusual tales evolved slightly over time, mixing with our emerging personalities, giving back-stories to each of our arrivals much more fanciful than the standard “when mommies and daddies love each other very much…” variations. The stories upset me terribly as a young girl, not wanting to be anything other than my mother’s daughter, but settled over time as part of our family history and personality. For when my mother was a child, I have no doubt she imagined even more creative, vivid, and unlikely possibilities as her own creation story. This imaginative soul of my mother’s has always inspired others to envision, dream, and wish for alternate creative paths.
Embracing the inner Gypsy my mother always knew me to be, I give you Gypsy Thread – a collection of creations, no two quite alike, compiled from years of wandering, searching , and forming stories of my own.
