Welcome to my site, a place where family, happiness, and creativity take their bows. I hope you stay long enough to understand the who, what, and why of Creative Crafting by YWC. Allow me to start at the midpoint…

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A Journey Unfolds…I found myself in the quiet corners of retirement, where the echoes of corporate hustle fade, I discovered a new symphony – the gentle rustle of paper, the dance of yarn, the brushstroke of canvas. Crafting became my compass through unchartered territories.

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Act One:  The Corporate Odyssey…For years, I wore the armor of deadlines, the cloak of meetings, and the shoes of responsibility. The 12 -to- 15-hour days etched lines on my face, but also resilience in my spirit.  Corporate America – the grand stage where ambition met exhaustion.  I played my part well. But the script grew heavy.

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Interlude…The Unexpected Pause…Retirement arrived like a sudden encore.  The spotlight shifted, and I stepped into a quieter spotlight – the one that illuminates the soul.  But fate had more in store – a cosmic twist, a cancer diagnosis and a COVID pandemic curtain call.  The “C” word echoed also across continents, and suddenly boundaries blurred.  Home became office and time lost its shape.

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Act Two:  The Crafting Overture…Amidst uncertainty, I picked up a brush, folded paper flowers, painted vases, constructed small items. The “art room” became my sanctuary, where colors whispered secrets, and glue held fragments of hope. I wove stories with yarn, made canvases into works of art, found the family photos old and new. The clock ceased to matter; creation became my currency.

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Rising Action…The Fulfillment Equation…Crafting – more than a hobby, less than a job – became my mission.  It wasn’t about profit margins or boardroom accolades.  It was about my family – the generations before, the here and now, and those yet to come.  Each handcrafted piece carried whispers of love, resilience, and dreams. My heart stitched together what the world tore apart.

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Act Three: Climax:  No Boundaries, Only Horizons…In this third act, retirement, cancer, pandemic, and passion converged.  Standing at the intersection of purpose and possibilities, the corporate ladder was replaced by a ladder of yarn, leading to constellations of creativity.  My hands, once tied by spreadsheets, now molded clay, shaped destiny (yes, I can, I will).  The boundaries dissolved; the universe applauded.

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Epilogue…The Crafted Legacy…And so, dear artists, as we weave our tapestries, remember this.  Retirement is not an end, it’s a prologue.  The “C” word may have disrupted our lives, but it also revealed our resilience. My craft – my legacy is a bridge between generations, a testament to joy, and a rebellion against limits.

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May your days be filled with the love of family, the laughter of grandchildren, the scent fresh paper, the warmth of glue guns; in this chapter, there are no deadlines, only lifelines stitched with love.

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Welcome to the grandest stage of all – where family, happiness, and creativity take their bows right here!