There is some magic in handmade. And that magic seems to only increase when it comes to making a plaything for a beloved little person. Perhaps it is the thought behind it, or the hours of love stitched into every seam, but it is quite simply magic. The magic works both ways, to both the recipient and the giver, as making a handmade gift always feels seems to be a gift for me too.
Making is a gift for me as a mother as it helps me rest and refill my cup in this particularly hectic season of life. I’m increasingly convinced that the work of my hands is first and foremost an overflowing of the heart, none the more so when it comes to the craft of making play things for my children. It is one of the many ways I connect with my eldest and am learning to bond with my youngest. At a particularly vulnerable moment in my life as a woman and mother, these slow stitches has felt akin to meditation or prayer.
For as long as I can remember, I have made little bears. As a child then teenager, my bears were made mainly from acrylic fun fur, sometimes wool felt and occasionally calico. Three years ago, as a grown woman and mother, I came back to this craft and find a deep satisfaction from taking my time to carefully craft each little bear cub from quality materials which will ensure the longevity of the pleasure the little bear brings.
I find great joy in every stage of the making process, and especially in seeing how the little bear slowly comes to life through the various stages; from the drafting, cutting out, sewing up, stuffing and finishing. So often the final bear has grown and developed a life & personality of it’s own, far beyond what I could have imagined at the start.
Most of my work is inspired by the breathtaking natural world that surrounds us in our mountain home. Although sometimes I find inspiration no further away than the toys and picture books left scattered around our little home by my boy.
To see more of my work and process you can find me on Instagram: or take a peep in my online shop.
Within its pages, I hope to find a place to catch my breath & gather my thoughts. To talk about my making and to delight in slow & sustainable creativity, with wool that’s been grown, gathered, and crafted in these Breton green hills: hand-spun on spindle & wheel, dyed with plants, knitted on my needles, stuffed into teddy bears. It is also a place to document the gentle path towards sustainable self employment.