I've always believed everything happens for a reason. Everyone that was part of your history and everyone that comes into your life has a role. I believed my weaving story began a few years ago when I took a couple of weaving workshops in Maine. It wasn't until recently that I learned that my great grandfather was a weaver. I never met him and I never even knew what he looked like until a picture of him surfaced recently. I have his picture hanging over my loom. Mega Pappou Dimitri is my muse. He supported and raised all his children on money that he made weaving and selling rag rugs. I look at his picture every day when I sit at my loom and say good morning. I don't have to support my family with my weavings but I'm hoping to continue his legacy and make him proud.
Fast forward to the year 2016. I go to the New York State Sheep and Wool Festival in Rhinebeck, New York. I meet an amazing young woman named Kelly. I love her yarn and buy a sweaters worth, which by the way I haven't finished yet....maybe by Wool Festival 2017. I learn that Kelly lives in Rowley and we become fast friends. Funny how I had to come to New York to meet this amazing woman. I told Kelly about my dream of having my own rug weaving business at which point she jumped right in with encouragement and selfless help. I never imagined a person who was a complete stranger up until October would become such an amazing friend and important person in my life.
Everything happens for a reason and everyone in my life is there for a reason.