08/06/2026
So I wanted to share a little more about my mum today.
Mum and I didn’t always have the easiest relationship growing up. To be fair… I was not exactly a calm and easy child 😅
And as a teenager? Well. I’d like to formally apologise to her spirit for the attitude, the dramatics, and probably the slammed doors 😬
But despite all of that, Mum taught me almost everything I know. Especially when it came to creating things with your hands. Crafting wasn’t just something she did — it was woven into who she was 🩷
She was endlessly creative. Cake decorating with Dad, sewing, quilting, knitting, making beautiful little boxes by hand… honestly she could turn almost anything into something lovely. We still have some of those boxes today, although their glamorous purpose has somewhat downgraded into storing Matchbox cars 😅🚘
I remember her puff-painting shirts for us, back when puff paint was apparently the height of fashion and not a crime against fabric.
I remember sitting beside her while she crafted, feeling very important whenever I was allowed to “help.”
When I had surgery on my feet around age 10 or 12 and couldn’t walk properly for a while, she taught me to cross stitch because there wasn’t much else to do except wallow, and we couldnt have that!
I made her a framed pansy picture for her birthday one year — and we still have it.
She and Grandma both tried very hard to teach me knitting too, but unfortunately my knitting skills were… concerning 😅🤣 Crochet turned out slightly less dangerous, and together we made a few granny square blankets over the years- I still have them today.
The funny thing is, we actually became much closer once I moved out of home. Distance: sometimes the secret ingredient to family harmony 😅
But our relationship truly blossomed when I became a mum myself 💞
Having Logan made me understand her in a completely different way. Suddenly I could see all the invisible things she’d done for us growing up. The exhaustion, the worry, the constant giving of yourself to tiny people who somehow need snacks every 14 minutes 😅🫠
And Mum absolutely thrived as a grandma. Honestly, I think she was born for it. She adored Logan and completely doted on Adam too, before dementia began slowly stealing pieces of her away from us 💔
I still remember how excited she was when I became pregnant with Ez. She loved having a baby to cuddle again, and for little moments, the kids could pull her back out from the fog. Even the other residents at the home loved when I brought the baby in — babies have a way of bringing light into places that really need it 💟
I miss that version of her every single day.
Truthfully… even at almost 38 years old, there are still days where I just want my mum 😔
She — and Ezra — are such a huge part of why this little business exists at all 🩷
Without the foundations she gave me, without all those years of teaching me creativity and making things with love, none of this would be here today.
And she is absolutely my “why” when it comes to this time of year, fundraising for Alzheimers and Hospice. Because dementia doesn’t just take memories. It slowly steals moments, conversations, personalities, and pieces of the people you love while you’re still trying desperately to hold onto them 💔
So every stitch, every order, every fundraiser… it all means something bigger to me.
It’s part grief, part love, part survival.
And I think, I hope, Mum would’ve been pretty proud of what grew from all those afternoons spent crafting and learning beside her. ❤️
