A Branch of The Lilly Tree
Our family tree is filled with creative minds, wits and hands.
My paternal grandmother taught me to crochet. She would sit by her kitchen window letting the sun warm her, crocheting for hours. Mostly doilies and trimmings on towels, pillow cases and edges of handkerchiefs. I would gaze in wonder always watching every nuance. From continuous pleading she finally agreed to teach me. I delighted in sitting at that kitchen window filled with begonias planted in flower pots, every color imaginable and oh, the beauty. I recall Gram talking and singing to these very flowers.
As a child, my stitches were always so tight and my palms so moist, nervously worried that it wouldn't be right. Grandma would calmly trill, "Just relax. Let the thread glide through your hand don't let it take control over you." This has become a reoccurring life lesson as well. Gram resisted frustration with me instead she taught me to trust myself.
To her, I owe my talent and love for created works. As well as my love for her magical chocolate cake.
Much time and experience has passed. I've learned and added many new skills to my repertoire: knitting, embroidery, ribbon embroidery, brooch and pin design, sewing, graphic design, photography, scrapbooking, painting, gardening, cooking, and the list trails on. Each form is a creative outlet to relax and find fulfillment. My daughters have since branched off into new areas of creativity, of which I am so proud. They bring delight and laughter to our enterprising family tree.
I crochet every day, in my home, surrounded by my family. My yarn and button inventory is in constant change, based on my orders. I am always willing to find the perfect yarn for orders.
Lilly
