When I was a kids, my mom had an old even then cookbook called the Joy of Cooking...I think. It was small, paperback, and fading. While she taught me many recipes, one I even still make today with my kids, it's the title that's always stuck with me. My mom also taught us all kinds of arts and crafts: knitting, play dough making, paper making, sewing, drawing, papermaiche... pretty much if you can make it with your hands, we tried it at one point or another. She gardened with us as well, the fruits of that labor usually making their way into the kitchen for the cooking and canning lessons. Most of these skills I still use today. I have my own modest vegetable garden, I even can some of the produce. I've pulled out most of the above crafts with my own kids when they or I are bored. I went on a mad knitting tear a few years ago and haven't really picked it up since. I cook. A lot. And of course there's the pottery. Not something my mom taught me directly, but all the working with our hands lessons had to have helped. Even if I or my kids haven't always loved every single one of these activities, the process was at least entertaining. The gathering of supplies, the thinking about what to make, the conversations while hands are busy, these things certainly add rich texture to our life. Joy even. Now I think about that old, not very memorable cookbook and think, if nothing else, the title was just right.
In this new space I hope to share just that, the joy of handmade, and how it has woven it's way throughout my days, both in the studio and out.