Melissa Weber

Happy Mail

From an early age I had an affinity for all things creative. I’d swipe coffee filters from the kitchen to make voluminous skirts for my dolls. In kindergarten, I painted and strung a full set of macaroni jewelry for every woman in my family, fancying myself a brilliant jewelry designer. Growing up in a family with limited disposable income available, I would spend hours flipping through my mom’s old magazines, cutting out the prettiest, most appealing images, then gluing them onto little story “books” I had written. At the time, I dreamed more of becoming a writer than an artist. Without realizing it, however, I was already on my way to becoming a paper crafter, expressing myself with those magazine photos, scissors, a little glue, and a lot of imagination.