A Half Mile of Yarn, a Stylish Mother, and a Total Lack of Impulse Control

It began with a scarf — a beautiful, 9-foot-long striped Charlie Brown Christmas scarf my mother brought back from London in the early 1970s. A treasured keepsake I refurbished in 2014 and never stopped loving.

In December 2024, I decided I needed a fuchsia version. Four hours of searching online turned up nothing — but looms and yarn kept appearing in the results. So I bought a loom and some yarn. I hadn't touched yarn since kindergarten.

They arrived a few days later. I read the instructions, watched two YouTube videos, and made ten garments in the next four days.

Friends started asking for scarves and hats. By the second week of January I was at a farmers market. The spare bedroom became a studio. Local materials, low-impact dyes, experimental styles — and a business was born.

Boom.