I’m Lori and I’m an addict. Of all things crafty that is. I’ve been married for over twenty-something years and my other half will agree – I’m an addict with a serious problem. The beauty of it is that my addiction has not landed me in an unflattering reality tv series, the poor house (not yet, that is), jail or in re-hab. So, it’s all good.
Seriously, I’m just a Texas born but Oklahoma raised girl who has had a love for color, texture, and all things “pretty” since I was very young. It’s just the way it is. In fact, I guess I can put the blame on my parents. They are both very creative and have been “diy-ers” long before diy was a thing. I even married a diy-er. He’s super creative in his own right. He’s played around with woodworking, painting, fly-tying, vintage auto restoration, and so much more. He’s not a mechanic but that’s a hat he wears more lately than he cares to. With two kids in college, he’s an auto mechanic diy-er out of necessity!
Kids? Yes, I have two. Not the furry kind but the kind that keep you awake at night thinking about, worrying over, and praying for (a lot!).
My firstborn is quite a creative soul who loves to read, write, and ponder. That may sound like she’s a bore. She’s far from it. She’s beautiful inside and out with a super sarcastic and quick wit. She tempers that with a sweet and kind spirit. She started out her college journey wanting to be a graphic designer (yep, super creative!) but has a heart for people and will graduate soon with a degree in psychology. One of her biggest desires is to love and counsel others – helping them to live life in a beautiful and positive way.
Then there’s the baby. He’s far from a baby at 6’2″ – but he’ll always be my little boy. He’s the funny one – the life of the party type. When he was young, we spent a few years living in Tennessee and Georgia. Yep, the heart of the South. That boy of mine made a long list of friends all along the way. He’s easy to love and has that “what you see is what you get” kind of appeal. Plus, he’s just pretty darn cute! The house is a bit quieter now that he’s a college man but he left us with his crazy dog who often reminds us of our crazy boy. Bittersweet.