Uncategorized

The End of the World

My original intention for starting Miss Alison Regrets was to have a place where I could talk about craft. Making things is an intrinsic part of my identity – it really is craft or die for me. I am one of  those lucky people who grew up in a creative household – surrounded by smart, creative and resourceful women who re-used or made for themselves. Well, woman. Groovie Mommie has been re-upholstering, re-painting, re-using and sewing for as long as I can remember. There isn’t anything my mother can’t do – although she will tell you otherwise. The values I have today are grounded in the home my mother worked to make for my sister and I.  And I’m extremely grateful.

PB084580

 

So to celebrate Creative Women, I am having a give away.  Tell me about who inspires or has shaped you and Friday 13th (eek) I will be picking two names at random and giving away one (each) of my tie pins. I’m also in the midst of a fabric clean out, so you may well get a fold or two of fabric!

xxx

 

Advertisements

3 thoughts on “The End of the World

  1. How serendipitous. I was just thinking about this very thing this evening. Thinking about how my Mum taught me so much about craft, and about life. About never giving up on your dreams, and not accepting unhappiness as the status quo. Thanks for letting me tell someone else about it.

  2. Let me tell you about my grandmother.

    She was the warmest, most loving and most beautiful person I’ve ever known. She kept her knitting clicking happily away while she stirred a Hungarian stew on the stove, puffed on her cigarette and sipped on her tumbler of red wine. She swore like a trooper, hated every country in Europe for its own special, unique reason (except the Poles, because they “suffered like we did”) and she crocheted me the most intricate bedspread you’ve ever seen, just because I asked.

    She survived the Fascists, the Communists, a demented and abusive husband, and almost 60 years of chain smoking. And she found a way to slip garlic and sour cream into everything.

    I just wish she was still here so I could tell her how much she meant to me.

  3. Ok, as typing this I realised it is probably a little intense for blog land, but it’s the truth. 🙂 My best friend Erin is the woman who has shaped me the most – or most positively. I had a very tumultuous upbringing and relationship with my mother and my older sister resented any siblings and so was a bully throughout my childhood, so I never really knew how to develop a close relationship with another female – for years actually, I always seemed to be repeating the same relationships. I met Erin in my very early twenties, who also had a similar upbringing and my friendship with her just developed that side in me – how to be close and trust another female, sharing and all that important stuff. Now in my mid thirties, I have a lot of close and satisfying relationships with female friends, but Erin’s was the first, best and enduring.

Comments are closed.