. Looking forward to looking back


Looking forward to looking back


So the last time we were here together was the day before Christmas eve, and now it’s New Years Eve.  And a wonderful week it has been.  On Christmas Eve I did something I very rarely get to do.  I left at closing time, waving to my beloved Minions as we all made our way across the parking lot to our respective cars and headed into our holiday plans away from each other.  I went to the grocery store to get a couple of last minute things for breakfast on Christmas morning.  Then I remembered I had left something important at the shop.  I came back and saw our shop as I never get to see it.  It was dark and quiet.  I was all alone and everything was…peaceful.

Now, around here, we are many things, but peaceful is not really part of our repertoire.  We bustle and we dance.  We sing and we rearrange.  We knit and crochet and chat.  And there are a lot of us.  Ten people share our small office space.  There is always someone coming or going through all of our doors.  And then there are the customers and friends who come in to shop or just hang around.  It is a humming hive of activity in here.  But not on Christmas Eve.  This is how it was on Christmas Eve.









I got the thing I came for, then I just sat in one of the chairs up front.  And I drank in the quiet.  At this time of year, I tend toward the retrospective, and I did a bit of that.  In my retrospection it seemed strange to me that last year at this time, I didn’t know any of these people who now fill my store, my office, my days and my life.  A year ago.  It seems like forever.  Really, haven’t I known these people for, like, ever?  Last year at this time, I had an entirely different vision of what our shop would look like.  Now it looks and feels so just right it seems impossible that I could ever have had a different notion.  Strange how things come to pass.

But retrospection was only part of my reverie, the jumping off place.  What really hit home was the future stretching before me.  Looking toward future Christmases, I realized how very like a family we have already become and how we knit ourselves closer together all the time.  And we are already creating the memories we will carry with us.  We have our rhythms and we have our inside jokes.  We know each other’s preferences and make room for each others’s moods.  Each hand made ornament on this year’s tree has a story.

Jennifer’s Needle Felted Thumb Warming Kitty of Affirmation



The traditional Christmas SquidIMG_0501


Ruffle scarf garland…finally the perfect application for that stuff!   And Kristin’s beautiful bell that she got done just under the wire.



Justine’s radioactively genetically modified  Mothra Dove of Peace.  Man, that thing is huge!



Corwin’s statement against consumerism and the corporate agenda and…something…umm…about…yeah.  But it’s hand made, so it counts.



Allison’s cute little mitten.  For such a humbug, she sure went traditional.






As I sit here on the edge of the new year and dangle my feet into the flow of time that hasn’t happened yet, I want to archive these moments.  These will be the things I remember next year.  And before I make the dive into the future, I want to pack up a few things to take with me.  A backpack full of future memories to anchor me to this pivoting, swinging, revolving moment between times.  These will all hang on our future trees, and we’ll remember.  For now, looking forward and looking back, taking stock and making plans, I wish you all the happiest, fullest, most prosperous new year.  I wish you peace.


A merry “thank you” to you, too.


Tomorrow is Christmas Eve and, though we’ll be closed on Christmas day, we want to give you something fun and special.  It has been six months since we opened and you have all made this first half year a wonderful ride.  So…  all day tomorrow, we’ll be offering a Mystery Discount.  When you’re all done shopping and bring you yarn to the register, you can pick a chocolate.  On the chocolate there will be a sticker.  Under the sticker there will be a number.  That number will be your Mystery Discount.  Maybe it will be 10%.  Maybe you’ll get 20% or 30%.  Some lucky few will get 40% off their last minute purchases.


Come in for a cup of hot mulled cider and a cookie.  Sing a carol with us if the inspiration strikes you.  We’ll be here, and we’ll be filled with good cheer and gratitude for a holiday season that has you all it it.  The Mystery Discount is our way of saying, “Thank you” for your support.  You have no idea how you inspire us, or what we have in store for you next year.  Stick with us, kids, and together we’ll make the new year happy and bright.

Barbara Walker knows best.


I’m knee deep in sweater design muddle at the moment.  I fell in love with a delicate lace pattern from Barbara Walker’s Treasury of Knitting Patterns and I’m determined that it will adorn the neckline of the sweater I’m cooking up.  Of course, the lace pattern that I’ve chosen isn’t as easily worked into raglan sleeves as I would like, so in an attempt to make my life “easier,” I thought I could outsmart Barbara Walker.  The whole debacle began when I decided to chart the pattern (I detest written instruction, bring on the charts!).  My chart lulled me into a false sense of security and I thought I could omit Barbara’s clear instruction that the lace is a 6 stitch repeat plus 5 sts.  I decided that I was too cool for the extra 5 stitches, since they complicated my plan.  I spent hours cursing my swatch because the pattern just wouldn’t work out as lovely as it appears in my mind and in my chart.  I became so baffled with why the math wasn’t coming out right that I had to bring Mim into the action.  We busted out our calculators and went back through my swatch for mistakes, unable to find any.  We were truly mystified until the epic moment when we realized that Barbara Walker rocks and knows what she’s talking about.  I’ve learned a valuable lesson and feel happily humbled.  It’s nice to find such simple answers to life’s major problems sometimes.


Someday this swatch will grow into a beautiful sweater for our manikin, who in company with her two pals is referred to as “the girls”….  Do you find yourself wondering why our girl has such a sweet old-timey tattoo in such a racy location?  I think she just likes to keep it fresh.