Well, not really...when I was a little girl, I spent a lot of time with my grandmothers.  I was the oldest grandchild on my father's side of the family and the only granddaughter on my mother's. From these two women I learned how to cook, sew, dance, make and love.

Growing up I was a Girl Scout, made my own clothes and prom dresses, followed cross stitch patterns, took photographs, and occasionally dipped my toes into watercolors and pastels.  But that's not going to be a real job, is it?

I went to college, and got jobs, working in administration, conference organizing, and manufacturing.  I got married, moved to England, moved back to America, built a house and a farm, and adopted a daughter.  I still loved making things - cakes, stitching, knitting, mixed media, hand lettering.  Still not a real job, right?

The first goat joined the equation 11 years ago and I started milking and making soap 9 years ago.  Nope, still not a real job yet.

Then about a year ago, I was cleaning up a mess my husband had made (the story of my life!) and I was thinking.  Although I love making things, I have never considered myself an artist. I've never been to art class.  I don't make art - I make crafts...I'm a craftist.  Now that!! sounds like a real job.

My life, my farm, and my products are all based on making things by hand, following old recipes, using and reusing things in unusual ways. Products made by the Craftist are honest, thoughtful and fun!  Thank you for supporting small businesses and online entrepreneurs.