“Can we do this? Like really give this a shot?” I asked. I was taking my lunch break with my mom. It had been a stressful day at a job I was good at, but was burning out on. My mom is the one who taught me to love yarn. And she was taught by her mother, and she by hers and so on. I learned to sew, cross stitch, embroider, and crochet from my mother. In college, I took classes on how to dye fabric. In graduate school, I created installations out of the limited fiber arts I knew to manipulate. But when I was stressed, I took to hook and yarn. I crochet all my friends scarves the winter before I graduated.
Over the years, our love for yarn inspired us to go out searching for the unique and special. For her, it was texture, for me, the chunkier, the better. My mom started weaving, and then taught me to weave. The cycle continued. So when we joked that we should open a yarn shop and fiber studio to share what we loved, we laughed. But I couldn’t get the idea out of my head, the the more I thought about it, the more sense it made. With my background in art, and my mom’s in business, we would make a great team. “Absolutely!” She answered.