To Schnoor or Not to Schnoor
Long ago in a land far away, a girl had no chance in the Philadelphia Public School System because she had an undetected learning disability called dyslexia. New math and new reading provided nothing but confusion to the poor lass. The only subjects she could master were drawing and art skills, things related to thread and yarn like embroidery and knitting, and music. But traditional scholastic subjects baffled her. In those days, multiplication was like some kind of magic trick.
She tried her hand at working in a grocery store, but soon realized this was not her dream. She never made it past being a bagger. In those days, the cashier had to know math and memorize the fruits and vegetable tables, unlike today, where it is all computerized with scanning bars.
Once more, she pursued an academic life. A very mean art history teacher took her under her wing and had her tested only to realize the poor maiden had dyslexia. The mean teacher, Jacqueline Brown, turned into a queen and saved the poor young woman’s life. She seemed like a daydreamer to most, but her art and style hinted at uniqueness.
Camille Carot -The Barbizon School
The young lass got her bachelor’s degree in painting and sculpture and studied jewelry making at Tyler School of Art. After acquiring some skills and an apprentice or two, she made jewelry. Then she had to learn the art of business and how to sell her crafts.
One day at a craft show, she was selling her jewelry when a man and woman came into her booth looking at her wares. The man said, “How hard is it to do this? I bet I could make these.”