Picture a little girl about 7 years old with her great-grandfather in an office supply store.   This was me every single Wednesday from the age of 7 until 9.   My great-granddaddy Roy took me to and from piano lessons every week. After piano lessons, we would go into town and to one of the two office supply stores.   Granddaddy bought me 5 sheets of colored paper and one pen or marker every week.   Then, we went to KFC and ate Chicken Little Sandwiches (remember those?) and mashed potatoes.    Granddaddy fed my love of all things paper and ink at a very young age.   I drew pretty pictures all the time.   I painted mountains and trees trying to copy Bob Ross.   I tore up paper into tiny pieces, added water, and made my own textured papers.  I discovered scrapbooking when I was in high school.   I took pictures of everything and everybody.   The pictures weren’t all that great but still, I tried.   I scrapbooked everything!   Then, I didn’t.   I didn’t make a single thing for many years in my early twenties.   My crafty stash went from a file box to a few file boxes to an entire room but I never made anything.   I just became a collector of pretty papers.  

How this more intentional path of crafting started – Like many stampers, I started out as a Stampin’ Up! demonstrator.   I soon discovered all of the different stamp companies out there in the great wide world of stamping and wanted ALL things.    That was more than 20 years ago. My passion for all things paper crafting grew. I found so many different crafts out there and we’re going on that journey of learning together.