There’s a special kind of friendship that’s stitched together over shared rows, unraveled mistakes, tangled skeins, and designs gone wrong. If you know, you know. Fiber friends aren’t always people we see every day or talk to about everything—but they’re often the ones who understand us most deeply. They speak our language: a mix of pattern notes, color palettes, and that deeply rooted joy in making something with our hands. Earlier this year, I lost one of mine. Cara was a p

Today, I’m proud to share something that’s been growing quietly behind the scenes: a new identity for my work, my designs, and my business.

There are moments in life when everything seems to suddenly unravel—when the very fabric of who you thought you were begins to pull apart, stitch by stitch.