make it with kim - jewellery workshops
My Grandpa Stanley Waughman started me off with woodwork at the age of 3 - a
good solid age for a girl to start working with hand tools. He was a leather
worker by trade and, because of this, his hands were huge, hard and calloused –
he could cusp a wasp in them without feeling its sting. As a child I knew he
must be very important because his name, Stanley, was written on all his tools.
My Grandpa Stanley Waughman started me off with woodwork at the age of 3 - a
good solid age for a girl to start working with hand tools. He was a leather
worker by trade and, because of this, his hands were huge, hard and calloused –
he could cusp a wasp in them without feeling its sting. As a child I knew he
must be very important because his name, Stanley, was written on all his tools.
Up until I was 6 years old I lived in Galston, Ayrshire, and just two doors down
from my Grandparents. Ours was a quiet little cul-de-sac, except on days where I
played my bright, plastic Fisher Price record player on the street corner. This
was in the early 80’s, when we all played outside and scuffed knees and grubby
nails were a sign of a good days play. I’d pick up pretty bits and bobs and pop
them in my pockets to show my friends – some pretty stones, a handful of
gooseberries, and once, the severed head of a pheasant that sent them scarpering
and squealing. I just thought the feathers were beautiful. To this day, I still
have a soft spot for pheasants.
