The Making of a Maker
In the past, I considered myself creative. I’m talking about the tangible, things you make with your hands and can stand back and admire. I excelled in art class in high school and made jewelry during those youthful years. I used to save up money to visit the local bead store in Kingston, the one with the purple door, and spend it ALL on beads, right down to the last penny (#generationofthepenny) Back then it was all about tiger tail wire and crimps (remember that fad?!) and hemp jewelry, obviously channelling my inner hippie...necklace with your name anyone?! I even sold my creations, evidence that my entrepreneurial spirit has always been deep within my heart. Then life got busy, my...