As I’ve gotten older, I’ve come to see that what feeds me most is creativity. Making things — with paper, cloth, or food — brings me joy and I love to share what I make.
I’ve also learned that using what I already have — and making do — often sparks more creativity than buying something new ever could.
Working within limits asks for imagination, patience, and resourcefulness. It slows me down just enough to see what’s possible.
There’s kindness in something handmade — a card, a meal, a mended seam. These small gestures remind me that making is not only about the object; it’s about attention, care, and connection.
This blog is where I’ll gather those moments — the everyday creativity that keeps me steady and curious. It’s less about perfection and more about practice.
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