How handicrafts became a part of my life.
I learned to crochet from my maternal grandmother. She taught me the first stitches when I was a child. I remember always seeing her with a needle and thread in her hands, creating beautiful pieces. I'm a big admirer of her work, the care, and the delicacy of each stitch. My grandmother does everything perfectly and is very demanding of the quality of her pieces. However, with me, she was always very patient and encouraging. After all, I'm her granddaughter, and grandmothers always think everything their grandchildren do is beautiful. Seeing my grandmother create those pieces inspired me to do the same. That tablecloth in the photo was a gift from her many years ago. It has been through a lot: washes, children's games, and even cat mischief. Despite the wear and tear, it's still beautiful and special to me. It's one of my most valuable possessions, as it carries the love and dedication of my grandmother. 🧶🍃✨️ Let magic always be your guide. With love, Tilda