The Yarn Side
How many of you remember me discussing The Yarn Side? Showing photos of yarn and roving? Well, I finally built a proper site and blog for The Yarn Side. I really want to market it to crocheters, knitters, spinners, weavers, and more! If you enjoy quality, hand-dyed/hand-painted yarn, head on over and let me know what you think. We’re all of us addicts, so it’s nice to support each other when we can. Here are some photos to show off a recent shop update…

Reinvention of an AHA hat, part I
It is often asked when I’ll be putting the pattern out for the Quarter-Ridge hat (as seen below). I always say “soon” or “sometime this year”, but it’s been…well, it’s been much longer than that. It occurred to me that this hat was made with a worsted weight, and that hats are often made in a worsted, chunky or bulky yarn in crochet. My mind has been obsessed with finer

2009 Florida Fiber-In
The 2009 Florida Fiber-In was my first event of its kind. It took place on World Wide Spin in Public day, which I wasn’t aware of until I arrived at the hotel and checked my Twitter account. Several people I follow kept tagging their 140-character posts with #wwsip and I kept thinking, “what the hell are they sipping?” It eventually hit me later as I saw more and more wheels appear. What a sight that was, but I’m getting ahead of myself. I started the day early–too early for my taste, but I made it safe and sound. Thankfully I drove down the day before and bunked at a friend’s house that was only 30 or so minutes away in St Petersburg. I made su

ByLine anyone?
I received an email yesterday from Interweave requesting a bio/byline from me. This is the first time I’ve ever had to write a bio for a publication; the first time I’ve had to be somewhat serious and tell the little girl in me to NOT put how I like to twirl toy guns. I let the email sit for 24 hours before opening up  Notepad. I probably sat there for 10 minutes in silence, terrified of the blank screen. It’s the same feeling when I sit down to write short stories, poetry, sketch…frozen in time and stuck. Eventually I snapped out of it and came to the decision to freewrite–let it all flow organically out of me, from the heart, through the fingers, o