7 Ways My Dad Impacted My Creativity

Happy Father's Day, Makers! Today we celebrate all things related to dad and those that provided us with a dad-like figure in life. We asked some of our Blog Team and Sizzix Licensed Designers how their fathers impacted their creativity, and today, we want to share those thoughts and insights with you! 

Eileen Hull:

Justin Stafford:

Aida Haron:

Barbara Schiassi:

Katelyn Lizardi:

Lynda Kanase:

Jen Belnap:

How has your father impact your creativity? Let us know in the comments below! We love hearing from you and can't wait to read about your experiences!  We hope you all have a fantastic Father's Day!

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  • Donna Aldridge
    Donna Aldridge Jun 16, 2018 at 02:55 pm

    My father pursued life creatively. One of my earliest memories is of “helping” him by holding newspapers down on the floor to catch drips of paint when he was remodeling our living room. I “taught” my baby brother how to “help Daddy” by showing him the process. I know paint hit the floor, and I imagine more paint hit the floor as we “helped” than ever would have had we left the newspapers alone, but Dad never said a word about it. He was always innovating things around the house. I’m not sure if we couldn’t afford a dryer with a buzzer, or if they just weren’t made then, but he rewired the lights in the house so that when the dryer stopped running, the lights blinked. Because our living room was very small, and we didn’t have a lot of money, he built a bench that went all the way around the room for our “couch.” It also had doors that slid back for storage underneath the seat. He drew funny pictures for me, although he would have said he couldn’t draw. He drew maps to our home with “landmarks” such as “lover’s parking spot” for a place one could pull off the road, and “abandoned nudist colony” for a spot where an old house could be seen through the woods. He played classical guitar and built furniture marked with a wood brand that he had made himself of a stylized eighth note for the letter “A” in our last name. He wrote hilarious stories of childhood memories where he maintained the innocent point of view of the child he had been. He was constantly innovating adaptive equipment for people with disabilities, and for our family. He admired every single creative thing I ever did, without reservation, and encouraged me to do, experience, and live my own creative life. Thanks, dad. I hope I’m living your legacy.

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