My passion for all things yarn resulted in me becoming a published author. But how did it start?
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I realised something this morning. I am not sure when it changed. I am not sure how. But somewhere in my fifties, quietly and without announcement, something shifted — and I only noticed it today, sitting alone with my knitting and the sounds of whatever is happening outside. Let me …
Let me tell you about yesterday. We went to town for groceries. Simple enough. Two shops in, my husband quietly handed me the car keys and suggested, with the patience of a man who has clearly been paying attention, that he would get the last few things. He would meet …
There are projects you plan carefully. You choose the yarn, the pattern, the colourway. You swatch. You consider. You cast on with intention. And then there is Scrappy. The Problem With Merino For years I have wanted to crochet a genuine wool blanket for my bed. Not an acrylic blanket. …
For years, this chapter lived inside an 8-hour workshop — slides projected on a wall somewhere between Cape Town and Windhoek, a room full of hooks and needles, and me trying to explain, in the time I had, why the yarn in someone’s hands mattered as much as the pattern …
There are things you do not warn people about before they marry a yarn snob.
Performing a burn test on a jacket purchased at an indoor market in Mossel Bay on a Saturday afternoon is apparently one of them. My husband took it in his stride. He is used to me by now.
In which everything unravels, and then everything is fine. If you have been following this story, you will know that it began in New Zealand with two skeins of lime green MYak, escalated through two additional yarn purchases, and resulted in what I have been calling the most expensive Sophie …
A follower asked about our camping lifestyle recently. It is a reasonable question, and the answer is longer than it might appear. Where It Begins We were campers long before we were permanent campers. Years ago, before life took a different turn, my husband and I were avid campers — …
If you read the first part of this story, you will know that I cast on the Sophie Hood with considerable enthusiasm and a completely unreasonable combination of luxury yarns. Three strands held together. A MYak from New Zealand, a Cascade Alpaca Lace, and a Suri Alpaca Silk blend that …
There are projects that begin with a plan. This is not one of those projects. It Started in New Zealand Last year, while visiting my daughter, I was browsing yarn online and fell completely in love with two skeins of MYak Tibetan Fibres in a colour called Appletini. Bright lime …
There is a particular kind of excitement that comes from knowing a parcel with yarn is waiting for you somewhere across the world. Not the ordinary online-shopping kind, where you track a package to your own door. This was different. This was: fly to New Zealand, hug your daughter, and then — only then — find out whether the gamble paid off.
