rethinking and retooling my understanding of the word "making." For the past few
years I have largely defined myself as a maker, especially a quilter. As my life
is filled with the responsibilities of my family and research-intensive day job I feel like I have
had to get more creative with how and what I make.
Fortunately there are creative elements to my job as a prospect researcher. Everyday I am asked to uncover information- some of which is difficult to locate- and I must engage my creative mind to map my way through the Internet and various databases to answer questions and formulate strategies. All of that experience as a reference librarian has really paid off. (This is where I should give a shout out to Sandra Toze, who taught my reference class in graduate school.) To me, my day job, which I really love, is a varation of making.
At home sitting down at my sewing machine on a daily basis can be a challenge. I am blessed with a husband, who supports and appreciates the work I make. He is always happy to watch our son, who is only 2, so I can sneak down to the studio to get in some proper sewing time. When I have a special project, commission, or deadline, my husband takes on additional responsibilities around the house in order to let me finish and never complains. I cannot tell you how thankful I am for his support. (He's a creative, too, so I think he's naturally inclined to understand.) I was able to pound out a few pairs of trivets (one set is featured above) for Waldorf's Winter Fair raffle recently thanks to him.
There are times, though, my heart tells me spending time with my son is more important than an hour of sitting in front of the sewing machine or playing around with improv work. This is where my definition of making has really changed. Spending time with my son is an incredible opportunity to make and create- it just doesn't necessarily involve a lot of sewing right now. (Perhaps when he's older, and I can trust him with a needle.) For now we color, paint, build with Legos, and mostly cook and bake. Our son has literally had his hands in most of the food we make, and I love it. I try to photo-document what I can on Instagram and Flickr. I've loved cooking and baking for several years, and being able to make food with our little boy has furthered my appreciation for the craft. (Yes, food is a craft!) I can't help but think all of these making activities are teaching our son how to approach life in a creative manner. In that respect, I feel like my definition of "making" has really grown because I realize I am [hopefully] making another maker with each thing we do together.