I love yarn. I learned to crochet and kind of knit when I was a child. Left on my own with a hook in hand and a tangled mess of scrap yarn, I treated the yarn like clay. My family would tell me I was doing it wrong, then look in amazement when I made a round pillow and they didn’t even know how to do that.

I haven’t touched my hooks in years, then I got pregnant. I wanted to make a baby blanket. I made 3, my son chose a Walmart fleece as his favorite. That’s life! I began doing it again… molding.

I have finally taught myself to read patterns, and now I am writing them. I love sharing but until recently I just shrugged when people asked me for the pattern to one of my creations.

I am trying to finally stretch this creativity to its limits and share what I learn along the way. I am still trying to figure out what I want to do when I grow up.. ok ok when the kids are both in school. Then I start my career. This “hobby turned business” has given me a sense of self throughout the hardest part of my life. Art is healing. I never want to stop making.. well babies.. I’m done making babies.