The Maker
I’ve been a Maker as long as I remember. Long before it was a thing certainly. It all started when I was a young girl, building things with paper and tape and staples (and more tape and more staples to hear my grandmother tell it!). I made things out of Legos: cars, houses, and bowling alleys with ball returns. I probably should have become an architect, but that wasn’t to be. Fast forward to adulthood (I still find it hard to believe I’m in that category) and I find myself once again a maker, back to using paper – and lots of it – but no staples and very little tape.
Over 20 years ago I found my passion: bookbinding. I get the pleasure of designing and building things every day. It’s visual and tactile and requires a lot of patience and attention to detail. The added bonus? I get to work with the nicest people and make something that brings joy or comfort. Over the past 20 years I’ve made books marking births and deaths and everything in between.
I’m thankful for this opportunity to be a Maker. A piece of me goes into every book I create.