Hooded and Bound

About Me and My Art

I am a hand-craft artisan known for my hand skill, strength and speed. They call me lightning. And I'm immodestly proud of that title. 

These are my stories:

The evolution of my crocheted creations: 

My mother taught me how to crochet at age eight. From there I made crooked purses and mini-scarves. Twenty years later I was inspired to make various styles of scarves (even and large this time) and hats by the harsh winters of Boston. Tripping on slippery, iced sidewalks, willing my body to remain upright against the strong winds, a portable, warm, sleeping-bag type creation was necessary. Thus my hooded infinity collection was born.

I originally designed a neck scarf with an attachment resembling a bib – I did indeed name this a “Barf” (Bib + Scarf) hoping to reclaim the ill-descriptive term. My goal was to warm my neck and chest without any extra arm bulk. It worked, but, needless to say, the name did not, and I found that my head was still cold. To solve this problem I crocheted an infinity scarf and added a seam in the back which created a hood. Now I roam warmly in the winter, snug in my bulky crocheted creations called Hooded Infinity Scarves, a name far more appealing than “Barf”, although the latter title did initially grab some attention.

Of course hats are amazing. So I make those as well. On days when the alarm doesn't go off, or you're too tired, or there isn't enough product and styling hair just isn't going to happen, the hat is the perfect scapegoat for your messy 'do. Plus they're super cozy. To sum up my opinion of hats, I will borrow a quote from the film, Crazy, Stupid, Love, they're "the perfect combination of sexy and cute."

 

An explanation of my love for hand-bound books and my fight against the commonly asked question, "do people even use these anymore?": 

My job as a bookbinder involves a commitment to creating unique products that maintain a superior level of sentimentality over the mass-produced digital competition. The more tactile an experience, the more emotion can be evoked. Hand-written words, paper texture, the anticipation of turning a page, all have an allure that scrolling and clicking do not. There is an elegance in my products that stems from my clients’ desires for something that can be theirs alone. Chic and timeless, handmade books become unique, treasured objects upon contact.

Will emails and Word documents hold the same sentiment in fifty years than a hand-written letter, drawing, grocery list, or doodle? Think about reading the notes you passed in high school -- doesn't the ridiculous hand-writing whoosh you back to middle school? Perhaps one does not want to re-visit that time period... but still, a memory resurfaces. 

Books won't crash. Books won't run out of battery. When you spill on your book, it can be fixed. Even if you set mild fire to your text, it can most likely be mended. 

Remember the feel of a pencil in your hand and the joy of flipping through a journal for the next empty page to scribble your thoughts or sketches. Remember, and then contact me. 

hoodedandbound@gmail.com

info@ctobooksandboxes.com