Category Archives: Personal Thoughts

Exciting New Things

Well, it’s finally time for me to reveal some wonderful changes that will be taking place in Maiden Yarn and Fiber. Yay!

The first big one will be that Laceweight Yarns will be re-merging with Maiden Yarn. It’s been lots of fun having them separate, but the time has come to pull it all together and let the creative fusion begin.

The second big one will be that my business is changing names. (Yes, I know, I like Maiden Yarn and Fiber as a name, but wait until you hear the new one.) The name for new company will be Wildwood Fibers, and it will be amazing.

Wildwood Fibers will focus on having gorgeous, repeatable colorways that are in good supply instead of just the occasional one-up skein. The over-all feel will be magical and imaginative, and the products will reflect that. Who knows? There might even be more than spinning fibers and yarns.

On a practical level, I will be keeping the Maiden Yarn store on Etsy and simply re-naming it for Wildwood Fibers. And even then, the re-naming won’t be happening for at least another month or so. I’ve got to get the new store inventory developed and ready to roll.

Some favorite colorways will definitely be traveling over to Wildwood Fibers, although they might appear under other names. Dawn Treader is coming, as are Ink, Blackberry Jam, Butterfly in Shadow, Eye of the Peacock, and Nightshade.

This is very exciting. I can hardly wait to see what Wildwood Fibers becomes. But, meanwhile, keep on the lookout for “cleaning out current inventory” sales. Good places to watch for info are on Twitter (@MaidenYarn), here, or Maiden Yarn’s facebook page.

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas, everyone. =D (Yes, a text smily face just snuck into my blog post.)

I hope your celebrations were festive and highly enjoyable.

And I totally just stayed up until the day after Christmas, scrounging around on Amazon for used price books (and a DVD) to snag with a gift card.

Did you know some used products (with the snazzy used product pricing) are eligible for Prime? I didn’t know that! My world got very much more exciting, and there’s a box on its way to my doorstep.

This Christmas has been a very special one in many ways. God has let me see Him in new ways all over it – from a little over three weeks ago when I totaled my parents’ car on a slick exit ramp, to knowing that I am very much alive and happy with what He has given me.

Again, a Merry Christmas to you all.

On The Prowl

The ridiculous thing about being such a crafts oriented person is that you don’t know when enough is enough. When are too many crafts too many? Why can’t I have time and resources to do it all? These (and other deep questions of the universe) have been on my mind lately. Between starting the silk scarf dyeing, and getting sidetracked into metal stamping if you can believe that, things are close to being out of hand.

(No, I didn’t order the metal stamping stuff. But I’m looking for a good excuse to get my hands on some.)

Suffice it to say, I love making things. Period. I already sew, quilt, make costumes, spin, dye, bead, bookbind, crochet, knit, and I’m sure I’ve forgotten a few. Basket weaving and pottery are on the “someday maybe” list. While stuff like glassblowing and blacksmithing are sort of hovering on the fringe. (I love the way the finished projects look, I’m just not a “hand me a glowing hot glob of metal or glass” kind of gal.) And I’m really starting to wonder if that’s a good idea. The plethora of crafts – not the glowing hot glass.

I can say, however, that I rarely have more than one of my hobbies going on at the same time. It goes in spurts, and all I have to do to get back into something is walk to the appropriate part of the house, open up a magic stash pile, and bing bang boom! Back in business.

All that’s well and good, but someday I might move out. Can you imagine stuffing all those crafting supplies into an apartment or tiny house? Yipes.

So what are your thoughts? When is it too much?

Fall Is. . .

. . . a time for hot apple cider and the tangy snap of cinnamon. A season of whispering cold, trickling smoke, and utterly schizophrenic winds.

Mornings when I wake up toasty warm under the comforter and have the luxury of deciding whether to huddle there awhile longer, or burst out into the chilly day and fill it with sparks.

Leaves crackling, smooshing, fluttering, and blowing. A time when every fallen leaf has a story and its own distinct face.

A time for packing away memories of the summer, opening last year’s “leavings” chest, and pulling out new ideas and old acquaintances.

The gleam of golden afternoon light on dark wood, and blue glass vases full of chrysanthemums.

The memory that, once again, I will probably never get around to planting pansies and snapdragons for winter, but that I’ll still enjoy thinking about it.

Now. How to turn all of that into color.

Twelve Days in Colorado

My twelve days in Colorado were beautiful, fun-filled, and entirely too short. They were also filled with the ups and downs of things like rattlesnake sightings, frozen yogurt, dinner in a room with around two hundred people, twinkle lights, self-locking room doors, vocal kitties, and many friends. In short, can I go back for another visit now?


We spent our first few days in the Springs area, visiting friends and doing fun little trips during the day. One of which including the Rocky Mountain Zoo, and yours truly got to feed a giraffe. I’m very grateful the giraffe seemed to know the difference between lettuce and my shawl.

And, I should point out, that the majority of the giraffes were taller than that one. The others could reach right over the fence and give you the full benefit of their liquid brown eyes. These little guys, on the other hand, gave you the full benefit of these hungry little mouths trying so hard to reach the lettuce – how’s a girl supposed to decide?

Oh, and that shawl is a present from the family that went to Israel. Isn’t it pretty? I wore it so much during the conference. (Or “Moot”, as we call our Colorado get-together.)

A Tea Break

Yesterday’s mood and general vibe can be summed up fairly well with just one picture.


My sister was gracious enough to lend me her tiny teapot, so I curled up at my desk with my prettiest teacup, and a whole pot full of Lipton’s “Vanilla Caramel Truffle,” with lots of heavy cream and sugar. Sometimes an emotionally low day requires such things.

Unfortunately, the emotional benefits were quickly overridden with a sudden headache. Either I used too much sugar, or it was just inevitable. Either way, the tea tasted really good.

The irony of taking refuge in my room lay in the fact that I was completely surrounded by piles and piles of unfinished projects. (Not to mention stacks of old notebooks from my emptied desk!) We’ve been busy filming some how-to DVDs for my family’s business, so I had adhered to the deceptively simple practice of “Oh, I’ll just lay this here until I get a chance to put it away.”

Let me tell you, that doesn’t work so well. Especially not two-and-a-half weeks at a time. The piles were downright scary.

If you don’t believe me, take a look.

Hovering On The Brink

Lots of things have happened in my life lately. So many, in fact, that I haven’t even sat down to begin writing them up until now.
God’s been doing some intensive work in my heart. We’ve been working through behavioral patterns that need to change, heart attitudes that need to be altered, and wrestling with my pride every step of the way. And probably the biggest things is that I’m going to take up dancing. Dancing as a form of worship, though. Not partner. I’m looking into lyrical and contemporary styles, and on the one hand I’m very excited to see where this goes. But on the other hand I’m afraid of being judged and disliked.
The fear that I’ll be seen as amateurish and clown-like pales in comparison to that.

But, I’m hoping, trusting, and praying that God will use these fears to teach me more about Himself, and ultimately to help me set those fears aside. Operating only in my strengths is such a big part of my life right now that even I can see how doing something deemed “creative” at a beginner’s level would be good for me. Painfully good, but good nonetheless.