This is my mom. I could say so many things about her. How she always taught me to say thank you, how she gave me an appreciation for good food, how she is one of my best friends. But I think one of the things I appreciate the most about her is her creative spirit. Growing up, she was always more than willing to help me with school projects. And whenever I made a mistake on a poster that I had worked so painstakingly on (perfectionism starts early), I knew that she would know how to fix it. A few extra strokes of the pen, and the mistake was transformed into an intentional decorative design. That kind of creative thinking has served me well in life.
She took a jewelry class in high school, and the collection of turquoise and silver jewelry that she started in her teenage years has certainly influenced my own taste in jewelry. I have even
stolen permanently borrowed a few of my favorites. She sewed some of her own clothing, too. Partly out of the desire to create, and partly out of necessity (finding clothes for someone so tall and skinny was a little tricky in the seventies). Some of her pieces from a pottery class mingle with mine on the shelves at my parents house. Hers are better, by far.
So, thanks mom. Thanks for raising me, loving me, and teaching me wrong from right. But most of all, thank you for showing me, and inspiring in me, a creative spirit. I love you.