I’m interested in the concept of legacies and history at the moment, especially in regards to childhood. What our parents and our grandparents pass down to us.
My nan taught me how to knit when I was about four or five and since then I’ve branched out,
my embroidery thimbles come from my great grandmother (who use to do these amazing embroidered landscapes) and likewise my nan’s thimble (which is forty years old) came from her mother,
my great great grandmother Olive, who i only found out about recently, used to crochet toys and grow big, beautiful roses.
My nan tells me that Olive was a beautiful and down to earth woman who loved to dance and sing.My great aunt knits tea cosies with lavish fruits and ornaments on top.
Not to leave out my grandfather,
who used to work the sewing machines and patterns at a clothing factory (I used to come and visit him when he was winding the wool onto the big spools) and taught me how
to french knit (something I use in my own practice to this day)I do love this legacy of craft in my family and how it relates to me and my childhood,
what I understood growing up in my family was that if something was broken there was always a way to fix it.
I want to translate this idea into my story somehow, maybe not exactly as such but definitely these ideas of legacies and childhood