I am…a lover of wool, of color and words, of working with my hands to create beautiful things. I am a woman, a mother, a warrior, a thinker.
I began knitting in earnest when my youngest was born nine years ago, disobeying the mandate to “sleep when the baby sleeps,” and instead spending long nights learning how to make slow stitches, how to shape things, how to make mistakes, and sometimes, how to fix them.
All I can say is, thank science for the internet.
But us fiber folks, we need to touch things. We need to know that the color we see is real, that the wool is soft enough to rub under our chins or wrap around our babies without roughness. We need to know that our materials are made with fairness and care, and that we aren’t bankrupting our families to buy our infamous stashes.
As I learned more about yarn and needles and fibers, I began exploring other things like felting and dyeing. I made cloth diaper covers, hats and scarves from old wool sweaters. I made messes and had happy accidents.
Most of what I’ve purchased I’ve had to find online, which means I don’t get to touch or rub or smell before I buy it, which is anathema to us! I decided I wanted to make the kind of store I want to shop in. Not too cluttered, not precious or pretentious. Cozy, comfy, and irreverent, maybe sometimes even indecorous. The kind of place you take your friend because you know the owner will make some kind of outrageous comment about society that you’ll talk about for weeks. The kind of place you go because you feel down, and just want to be around pretty things. The kind of place you might make new friends who believe in the same things you do, and who will meet up to do good for your community.
That’s the dream, in a nutshell. Sure, it’s a yarn store. But it’s also so much more.