I Kept Making It
A year ago, I opened an Etsy shop and then told my family what I had done. The morning after the Shenandoah Valley Fiber Festival, I’m looking back at a year of wool, color, uncertainty, community and learning to trust my gut again. I don’t think one year means I made it. I think it means I kept making it.
This Is What I Made
As the Shenandoah Valley Fiber Festival gets closer, possibility starts giving way to reality. A reflection on quiet prep panic, the endless possibilities of making, and learning to see what our hands have already made instead of everything we still could.
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.
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.