Constantly creating, my medium is what ever is before me. Be it with wool, home school lessons, scrap paper, grocery lists and dinner menus, alters, sketch book and pencils or napkin and random pen, rocks in the driveway, or sticks in the driveway.
the Boreal Forest
the Grand Mothers in my life
running and using my body to do hard things
my yarn stash
the wool shoppe
the first time I see my breath in the chilled air each fall
the first time I play outside without my coat each spring
the first cup of coffee in the morning
how quiet the house is before anyone else is awake
Oh, and then there is the
My Great Grandmother taught me how to crochet at the age of 7 and I was instantly addicted.
Over the years the urge to feel yarn moving over my fingers has brought me in and out of yarn obsessed phases of my life.
I finally decided in the fall of 2008 that I was going to knit and that was that.
Well, that became this:
I DON’T EVER WANT TO STOP.
I'm sure many can relate: I will stay up way too late and wake up too early, I knit at the drive-through while waiting for my coffee, I have knit in the grocery line, but I try to resist the urge to knit at stop light while driving.
If it looks as though I am staring at your shoulder way to hard, don’t be creeped out, I’m trying to figure out the stitch pattern on your sweater