My Story

“When are you going to join the Crafters?” was a question often asked of me at the conclusion of one of our weekly church services.  Our church was known for its annual craft fairs run by the “craft ladies” who are by far some of the most talented individuals I’ve ever met.  “Not me; haven’t got a creative bone in my body,” was my usual reply.  And I wasn’t lying.  Not until age 57 did I realize my God-given talent of taking a piece of dead or raw wood and turning it into something meaningful to someone else.   In fact, it was one of those very craft fairs that inspired me to try my hand at crafting.

I was at a point in my life where it was time to go back to work.  My two children were grown; my oldest was living on her own in NYC. and my youngest was attending college full-time.  But I was hesitant to go back to work full-time because there were times my children still needed me and I was very involved with my church serving as the Christian Education Superintendent.  But I needed to do something so I prayed about it, a lot.  After weeks of seemingly endless waiting for God’s direction, it came to me in the middle of the night: make crafts like they do at church and sell them.   Woo!  Wait a minute.  Back up.  It’s me, God.  Miss No Talent.  Haven’t got a creative bone in my body, Charlotte.  But again, I felt God tell me: make crafts like they do at church and sell them.  So taking a huge leap of faith, I began my journey.