The perfect yarn is a column of air surrounded by fiber.
The best ideas show up when I’m doing something else.
The ideal project takes over my life and requires a season or two to complete.
Or a year.
Or three.
It demands time but not money
or new clothes.
Sometimes it is new clothes.
Usually, the thing worth pursuing is not a thing at all,
but life made manifest in color, texture, image.
It is a moment captured in cloth,
an unfolding story,
a pile of possibility,
a tiny miracle.
This work infiltrates my dreams.
It builds my biceps.
It thrills me to the bone.
It drives me to tears.
When I was seven I turned scraps of yarn into a magic carpet.
I’m still at it—and would love to have your company.
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