Greetings Fair World!

Welcome fellow traveler and explorer in this world! I want to take a few moments to let you know a bit of what I believe about handcrafted and homemade. Because this is more than just a sojourn into the realm of creativity....I believe in the power that a simple gift can have. A gift that is crafted with the care and love that goes into something created for a particularly unique and lovely human being.



Handcrafted.
I believe this word is neglected.
It speaks of love
       of care
  of detailed attention
            and almost a sense of breathing life into something.


Homemade.
The smells are wafting towards you. The kitchen is warmed by the rich aromas of spices and flavours. And within you rises a sense of security. Food has power, the power to pour forth love and care in to the deep places of us.


These two words make up the heart behind all that I do here. 'How does this work out practically?', you inquire. Well I'm glad you asked! Below you'll find a list of services that I offer.

handcrafted cards, notebooks, scrapbooks, invitations, and wall decorations.
homemade baked goods (for office parties, events, and cafes)

Please do get in contact with me if you'd like to see recipes I use or if you'd like a homemade and handcrafted gift. I'd work with you to design exactly what you'd be after, creating a tailored and bespoke gift or food-delicious-ness-item!

gracekinne@gmail.com

Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
 
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

-e. e. cummings