My passion for creating runs deep. I dabbled in different mediums for years, but nothing ever stuck. For years before I found weaving, I craved a creative outlet. Daily. I can still feel that urge to find a creative outlet in my chest. It was a yearning, it was a desire, it was a void.
For years I had known about weaving, but honestly I thought it was a fad, so I never tried it. Then one day in May of 2017, I walked into my neighborhood artisan made shop, and saw a weaving in the flesh (or more accurately, in the fiber). It was way more beautiful and intricate than I imagined weavings could be. I was fascinated. I walked right home and bought a weaving kit on Etsy. Then after my 14 inch BEKA loom and kit arrived, I used free tutorials online to teach myself how to weave.
I was hooked. The meditative nature of under, over, under, over calmed my somewhat anxious personality. The convenience of the small loom allowed me to keep my hands busy while I binged watched Netflix at night. And the joy and therapeutic aspect of creating and making again gave me a high like nothing before. I had found my creative outlet. I had found my thing.
Here is the part where I should say to you, “And the rest is history”. But alas, life is not like the movies. In my case, there have been the highest highs and the lowest lows. There have been fears, tears, and constant worries. There have been amazing opportunities, testimonials, and many new friends made. Weaving has been one of the greatest gifts for me, and I am forever grateful that I stumbled upon it that one day in May.
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