At the Sheep and Wool Festival of 2006, I bought a drop spindle and a bag of carded llama wool.  I struggled to learn how to use it.  The directions that came with the spindle were not enough, and I wasn’t aware of youtube yet.  My local yarn shop did not give lessons in spinning, … More Mom Learns to Spin

It’s always comforting to know that a big investment was well-timed. For the past eight months or so before Lent, my spinning had been languishing. This is primarily because I bit off way more than I could chew. I had dyed a whole bunch of Dorset pencil roving in the color we call “Sprout Sage” … More Double or Nothing

So I think I’m finally ready to talk about it without hyperventilating and making high-pitched noises. The story of how Mum bought two spinning wheels in one weekend is complex, but it ends with both of us taking home a box that looks like this: Ever since I knew what it was, I have wanted … More Carpe Dium

I am over-abundantly blessed with a husband who gets it. An extremely competent knitter with a stash of his own, Jared will find yarn stores for us to visit on vacation, and never complains if I make him sit in the car for a few minutes when we reach our destination so I can finish … More Like a Record, Baby

The first fiber I ever spun was Wensleydale. The story starts a few days before Christmas, 2008. Jared & I, being the token young couple at St. Timothy’s Church, were asked to be Mary and Joseph in a living nativity sort of event. A few people connected with the church who owned farm-y sort of … More History

Every spring, as soon as the year gives up and stops sending us cold days, the entire east coast temporarily becomes a rainforest. The sky is continually grey, there are about three downpours daily, which sounds pretty miserable – but when you go outside, the birds are back, all singing their little heads off. And … More Squee is for Sparkles!