I am Armenian American born in Switzerland. My father is from Egypt. My mother is from Detroit. They are both Armenian. My grandfather escaped the genocide (1915) in eastern Turkey; my great grandparents, sadly did not survive. My husband, Mark, is of German descent and our three sons Haig, Vartan, and Arani are then Armenian german Americans. My identity is deeply tied to being Armenian and American. Textile traditions are in my blood. I learned to knit and sew from my grandmother and mother before I was ten, and before I knew it was a serious field of practice and study. My hands are always making. My eyes are always looking.