About Jen Hagan
I come from a family of very strong women. My maternal grandmother, Granny Kate, worked harder her entire life than anyone I know. She raised 10 children in the hardship of the 30’s and 40’s in a modest southern town working in the local textile mill. She would come home from a full shift in the spinning room at the mill with cotton in her hair and still fix a delicious, hearty meal for the whole family. In fact, when she wasn’t at the mill or in the vegetable garden, she was in the kitchen cooking, baking, canning and freezing food for the family. My mom says she and my granddad were “a small business with both of them at the helm, both making major decisions and ‘negotiating’ resolution of differences.” She also says that for a period of time when their family increased from four to twelve because of the death of Granny’s sister and the taking in of her nieces and nephews, Granny would take double shifts at the mill, which meant working from 7 A.M. until 11 P.M. Yet she still managed to take very good care of everyone. As you can tell from the picture, she also took very good care of her grandchildren and enjoyed every minute of it. Granny dabbled a bit in sewing and needlecraft when she could and she taught me how to crochet when I was around 11-12 years of age. Being a no-nonsense kind of gal, my Granny crocheted a couple of huge afghans out of rug yarn, probably while she watched her favorite Saturday night wrestling or (I guess to balance it all out) The Lawrence Welk Show.
My mom was a different kind of strong entirely. A tomboy and a softball and swimming athlete growing up, she started working as soon as she graduated high school and has just barely stopped. My entire life she was climbing the corporate ladder and this was during the 60’s and 70’s when the glass ceiling was just the elephant in the room no one could talk about. Unfortunately, she has never found a man who could stand beside her the way my granddad did with my granny. I have no idea the kinds of disappointment and humiliation she had to endure just to provide for me and my younger sister. My mother never let us know we were in trouble financially, though many times we were. She wanted us to see the possibilities in life, not the ugliness, and she always told us to “make your own road” and “be a leader, not a follower.” She imbued both of us with strength and style and determination. Today my mom is a Master Gardener and mountain lover and ageless and an endless supporter of mine and my younger sister’s creative endeavors. You see, my mother never had time to indulge in creative arts, although she always wanted to, but she loves to see what my sister and I come up with.
So you can see that I have a legacy to uphold. I have images held up in my mind’s eye and in my heart of the kind of strong, independent woman I can be. A beautiful road has been paved for me with too much struggle to be taken for granted. Because of everyone in my life who has encouraged me and believed in me, I am able to create a business built on pure imagination and joy—I am allowed the freedom to create designs with my chosen medium and to share them with you.
I hope you enjoy them and that they help to replenish you in your leisure hours and provide a certain contentment for you. The satisfaction of creating something unique in the world cannot be bought or sold. Come join with me and create.
“We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.” Ray Bradbury.