I’ve Missed You.

Hello knitting friends!

Contrary to the absence of my posts, there has been much momentum. All the action of The Brave little Thread has taken place on my Instagram feed, that proves to be much easier to keep up on I apologize for my slack in posting on here.

In the last month, I successfully launched an auction that raised money for a family who suffered the loss of their daughter to a rare and devastating Neuroblastoma. {Details can be found on my IG feed}. I also underwent a mega yarn dying binge that resulted in a boom in sales over on my Etsy shop. All the while, I’ve grown an estimated 7 pound whopper in my stomach with another 2 weeks to go.

Things have been amazing. Busy. Fun!

I would still LOVE to be a part of the conversation we have started here on the blog, but since I don’t frequent this platform as often, I would love to have you join me over on Instagram so we can continue our friendship there!



{37 weeks pregnant with my We Are Knitters wool}.


Why the Beanie in July…


Oh the irony, as I cast off in the middle of a Portland heat wave! I place all blame on not finishing this beanie last fall on the toothpick-like size 2 needles it took to create it. I have so much respect for those of you who have the patience for such tedious work… But I can certainly understand what drives you… The stitches are so lovely when they’re so teeny tiny .

Pattern: Simple Moss Stitch Hat by Halldora J.

A Spectacle Worth Lingering In.

As creators, I think we all have a tendency to constrict our sights on the end result. {And rightfully so…} But sometimes I find this natural impulse to be quite crippling. It can rob us of the grand display of rugged beauty that rests in the chaos of our creating.

I was convicted of this the other night as I admired the healthy batch of loveliness I just spun, which was clinging to the bobbin like budding puppy love. As I collected the night’s scraps to toss in the trash, I found myself entirely romanced by their radiant complexity. I paused myself in the beautiful mess to inspect these “creator’s crumbs.” And lo, there in the dross of my creative hour was a residual of ropy remnants like sinewy clouds. A sight awfully dazzling to me…a spectacle worth lingering in.

May I graciously encourage you, dear artists, to abide watchful in your creative doings. May you unapologetically pursue the element of surprise in your work and seek to explore the undomesticated particles of your efforts. You never know what sort of awe-inspiring exhibition you may find yourselves in.

Angora’s Reward.

My needles steadily worked last evening as they would any other. My body found retreat in the familiar curve of our warm leather couch and my hands became custodians, weaving the day’s saga into a lovely marriage of silky loops.

I shouldn’t have been so surprised when my eyes beheld the reward that is so conventional of angora: that unconventional glow. A display of elite fibers who are mysteriously chosen and then flung into the open air as if they were tossed with tempest and squalls of fury.

Oh how I love the windswept outcome of this heavenly thread…and don’t even get me started on the tactility of it. I’ll save that for another day.