I grew up going to fabric shops.
My mother was (and continues to be) a maker of the fiber arts: quilting, sewing, doll dress-making, crocheting, knitting…she loves anything involving yarn or thread
We spent a lot of time in fabric and craft stores, as crafters tend to do. I’d tag along, loving all the many different fabrics and patterns, textures, and colors.
But I was never a quilter. Or a crocheter. Or a costumer Or a knitter.
I tried to be. I wanted to be.
But it was all too detailed, too meticulous for me.
I was too messy, too fast — too much.
At least, that’s what I thought until this summer, when I discovered a new-to-me art form: fabric collage.
It’s a combination of embroidery, needlepoint, and quilting…but much more forgiving. For me at least.
And it can be fast.
And messy.
And it makes me think…maybe I wasn’t too much at all. Maybe I just hadn’t found a fiber arts form that clicked with my mind.
Fabric collage has.
I’m completely enchanted with it, creating little magical hoops and somewhat larger mountainscapes out of all that fabric I used to adore when I was younger but didn’t know what to do with.
This feels like coming home.
Fun. Exciting. Beautiful. Cozy.
I’m not sure where this is going, exactly, but one thing is certain: I’m so grateful.
Want to check out the hoops in my shop?
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Want to see my process? I’ve got videos posted over on my Instagram!