Pretty Little Yarns Blog

To think of springtime is to think of new lambs, fresh flowers pushing their way up through damp dirt, the smell of earth after the rain, the warmth of the sun on your face while the wind still bites. It’s a time of beginnings, yet not quite a month ago I was faced instead with an ending, as I said good-bye to my Nana, Iris, for the last time. I hope you will indulge me as I do this month’s blog just a bit differently and honour the fine woman who taught me to knit for the first time over...

Well hello, everyone.  It's been a while, namely because I took a miss on blogging this March.  You may recall back in the November post I mentioned my battle with anxiety and depression worsening in November and March, well this year was no different.  So instead of forcing myself to write a blog post when I was feeling uninspired, I focused on filling my proverbial cup in other ways and tried to keep up with you all on social media instead, ya know, so you wouldn't miss me too much.   March was busy though.  My youngest's birthday is at the start...

When thinking about this month’s blog, I contemplated long and hard what to write.  I considered a Valentine’s post, one for Lunar New Year, or something to highlight Black History month, or just a post about what’s new in the shop.  Those would all make excellent posts, but when I finally sat down to put words on this digital page, this is what began flowing from my hands.  What is going on these past several weeks in our wider fiber community is important, and even if my voice is just one in a choir of other bigger and more eloquent...

For so many people, the start of a new year is a time when they look forward and fill up the future with their expectations.  They make new rules, set new goals, and build up all kinds of ideas surrounding where that year is going to take them.  For others, the new year has the opposite effect.  Those may look backward at the year that just passed and think of all that was accomplished, and all that remains to be done.  Still others sail through the new year without skipping a beat, not really marking it one way or the other.   When I...