My yarn shop has been closed for six weeks. The clouds are parting and I am beginning to see the light. My journey for direction and purpose has led to new doors opening, and I feel as though I have been reborn.
This amazing yarn journey twelve years ago when I, along with my business partner, began the planning for our yarn shop. During the research I discovered something being called art yarn. Artisans around the country were spinning the most amazingly colorful, highly textured yarns. I had no idea how to do it or what to do with this new kind of yarn, I just knew I loved it and had to have it. My love affair with one-of-a-kind hand spun yarns continues to this day.
All my energies were funneled into learning to run a yarn shop, so spinning yarn had to wait. When presented with the opportunity to take a one day spinning class, I jumped on it. To say I felt like a miserable failure is an understatement. But, over time and with lots and lots of practice, I finally mastered the drop spindle and felt ready for a wheel. I had become a spinner.
Art yarn was a hard sell for my shop. A mix of customer personality and the fact we live in the very hot and humid climate of Houston, Texas. And, as a yarn shop owner, I always felt I must work with yarn people will buy, so if I couldn’t work with hand spun, then why spin? Well, it seems there is a very good reason.
I spin yarn because I am a happier person when I do. I spin yarn because the very act of creating yarn is a soothing and satisfying activity. I spin yarn because I love yarn. But, the interesting thing about my journey is that I worked so hard to get to a spinning wheel only to return to the spindle as my spinning tool of choice. I am most intimately in charge of spinning when using a spindle and I love the connection to the very first spinners who were likely shepherds following their flock while twisting fibers into a long string we now call yarn.
I am honored to carry on this kind of tradition.