I first met Robin in 2014, when I taught a card-making class at the Windsor Locks Library. I'm not sure if she started coming to my stamp camps for the cards, the social aspect, or the chance to bottle feed the newborn kittens I was fostering. But, even after the kittens found permanent homes, Robin continued to attend nearly every single event. Like many people I welcome into my home, I begin to know not just them, but their families, their spouses and grandchildren, their passions and their interests. It's a bond as crafters, we all share. Stampers become acquaintances, acquaintances become friends and eventually all friends become "framily." Unfortunately, I did not have the chance to know Robin nearly long enough.
In May of last year, Robin passed away unexpectedly, leaving behind more than just her husband, two daughters and one young grandson. It has taken the family 15 months for them to begin the process of letting go of her personal effects. An overwhelming task which I know cannot be easy. Among those possessions was her craft room. A purple painted craft room that used to be her daughter's bedroom. I was honored when Robin’s family, whom I had been in contact with, offered me first choice of the room’s contents. I did not inherit her room, but, received a more than fair offer, which I graciously accepted. I made a promise to the family that with her crafts I will do something good in her memory. Hence, “Robin’s Room.”
What you are looking at below, is my own current craft room with the addition of Robin's Room. This was the day I brought everything home after three SUV trips and hugs, tears and stories with Robin's family. More than anything, I want them to know that Robin's Room will live on, not only in my own craft room, but, in the craft room's of all others who shared her passion. I was there beside Robin's daughter Jen, when she unearthed a scrapbook Robin had made of her grandson, Jen's own son. Sure, it's a lot of paper, a lot of stickers and stamps, but, it's so much more than that, for this was someone's love and life.
Eventually, I will begin the process of sorting and organizing, once I finally get over my initial "WOW." I anticipate both smiles and tears. I intend on honoring the promise I made to Robin's family through donations of supplies to area schools, churches, nursing homes and youth centers. I will help outfit a family member, who lost her entire home in a fire last year, with the beginnings of a new craft room. And lastly, I envision lots of great raffle prizes, and giveaways, all in Robin's memory.
It has been said that "Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end."
For me, this is just the beginning of Robin's Room. . .