The Anatomy of a Stash
Why do we feel guilty over something that began with inspiration? A quiet reflection on creativity, possibility, and discovering that the "right" stash is the one that fits the maker.
The Art of Being Present
I didn't set out to practice being present. I simply walked outside to cut a handful of lavender. What followed was a quiet reminder that sometimes presence isn't something we achieve—it arrives when we stop striving long enough to notice what has been there all along.
The Rhythm of Spinning
The same advice that once improved my spinning technique eventually became a gentle reminder to make space for creativity, balance, and the simple joy of creating for its own sake.
From Scratch: What Dyeing Wool Taught Me About Precision
Looking back at my early days of dyeing wool, I realized I had approached color the same way I approached cooking from scratch. It took one conversation and a better understanding of precision to change the way I think about creativity.
The Practice of Consistency
Creativity often gets the spotlight, but consistency is what quietly supports it. A reflection on balancing experimentation with repeatable practice, both in the studio and in everyday life.
Woven Into Every Stitch
While making by hand, we often think we're creating cloth. Perhaps we're also creating a quiet record of our lives, one stitch, one row, and one memory at a time.
The Color of Summer
Summer's colors arrive gradually, shaping the landscapes around us and often inspiring the fibers we create. A reflection on nature, color, and the stories hidden within both.
And Then We Gather...
And Then We Gather
Exploring what comes after remembrance by understanding how stories, skills, and traditions are carried forward through community, shared knowledge, and the things we make by hand.
Creative Detours
Some of my favorite ideas began as creative detours I once mistook for failure.
A Festival of Firsts
Crossroads Fiber Festival was a festival of firsts: my first time vending, the festival’s first year, and my first time talking to strangers all day about the wooly little world I love so much.
Cinnamon Rolls...I Mean Rolags
A quiet reflection on rolags, color blending, and why tiny wool clouds still feel a little magical to me.
Why I Work With Color
A quiet reflection on color, curiosity, and why blending wool still feels a little like magic to me.
Festival Thoughts
“A quiet reflection on festival preparation, creative vulnerability, and learning to trust the work.”
Preparing for a fiber festival has meant balancing excitement, exhaustion, and the fear that none of it will be enough.
Crossroads: From IT to Fiber Artist
The story of building a fiber studio at the crossroads of technical and traditional work.