For now I adore buying hand made items for my family. It is art to me. I am always looking for local artists. The collection is not all local but it is definitely growing!
The blanket pictured below started it all. I have had it for years and years. It was made by my grandmother for my grandpa’s bed. When he died I would sleep over and us this blanket. It wasn’t long after I moved away to college that this blanket was mailed to me by Grandma and I cherish it.
There is something beautiful about hand made that can never be replaced by mass made. When I find a new blanket or sweater and I take hold of it I can’t help but imagine a story about who made it and think about that creative person working away with dedication so I could enjoy such a lovely item.
TTFN