The joy of fiber is that you start with a wad of unspun fluff. Apply twist. Ply needles. Et viola. Magic.
What Light…
…becomes Toasty.
Yes, it is the annual “Oh hell, the holidays are coming, time to use up the handspun I did last spring…” panic of trying to find a quick and easy but fun project to inflict, er, give to my loved ones over the winter gift giving holidays, the one where half finished handspun projects litter the living room and my family makes helpful suggestions like, “You know, you could totally just buy Grandma a pair of mittens at Target for like, five bucks, right?”
...a homeschooling, unjobbing mama and modern day Mrs. Lovett. Knitter. Cat lady. Artist. Tattooed and irreverent, with a twist. My purpose on this earth is to bring a little inspiration and delight to all of y'all. Life is amazing! Grace is everywhere. Let me show you...
Ah, yes, but Grandma will be so much happier with this! They’re crafted with her in mind, of course!
(the fiber is freaking gorgeous)
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