I can not imagine my life if I was not a “manual”.

I think things are never random, so my love of knitting, fiber, and manual activities in general certainly comes from somewhere.

The people in my family have always been manual. I remember my grandfather and his workshop, which smelled of the sweet smell of oil and iron from the old tools, I remember the days when the storm rumbled and where my grand aunt and grandmother sat facing each other, unraveled sweaters and reticulated them to make multicolored blankets. I also remember the summer afternoons punctuated by the sound of my grand-aunt’s Singer machine picking up a piece of clothing or that tin box that still smelled of the salty caramel it was previously filled with. a multitude of pearly and golden buttons.

You’ll understand, I have been in the creative and manual activities since I was very small. However, the subject is not about the things we do, it is really the process itself. How do we identify ourselves and what does it mean for all of us when we use our creative energies in the space around us?

Some use the term “artist”. I do not really agree with this word, because the resulting semantic weight is too heavy. The etymology of the term is more interesting because “art” means “assemble, skillfully compose something”. Even the term “creative” does not really suit me, because there are days when I’m not particularly creative. However, I feel “manual”, even when I’m out of inspiration, words do not come, knitting does not move, I can not even make a sample , despite everything, I feel deeply “manual”.

I think about the things I do, I dream of the things I do, I fall asleep doing ... I am a manual.

It was my father who instilled in me the wisdom that the interior of my project should always be as beautiful inside as outside. As he put his hands in a central computer to fix it, I remember him dusting every room to give them a new life, stall and tidy the cables so they fit together harmoniously.

I think it’s a central part of my personality and values. This makes me particularly appreciate the people who inspired me along the way, the people who took the time to teach me how to be a “manual”. My grandmother taught me to embroider, she showed me how to stitch the needle through the fabric and bring it back to make a point. I remember my first pride when I finalized my first cross stitch chart and my first knitting.

I think that my attraction to manual activities in general (because I do not just knit, I know how to sew, embroider, spin, cook, tinker …) comes from my need to “do something” with my own hands, to be able to create me too …

Of course, I was probably born with a penchant for “doing” things, but I must also give credit to the people who encouraged me and took the time to share their knowledge with me.

Today, I always want to learn to do things on my own. I feel a real attraction for that, how could I deny it? I want to learn all the processes, all the steps in both knitting and other activities that I practice, I want to learn and I especially want to pass on my knowledge to those I love and to those who are as curious as me.

And you, are you a “manual” person too?

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