Top Shelf Yarns

In a surge of Spring fever, I decided to tidy up and wind all these exquisite hand-dyed yarns. They were in loose hanks (which many finer yarns are) and understandably handled and ewe'd and ah'd over, until they were tangled. As you can tell by the size of them, these are hefty hanks with hundreds of yards in each one. Tedious as it could have been, winding silks, Egyptian cottons, and rayons, while watching these gorgeous colors wrap around each other, is never a chore. When the job was done, it felt as if a tiny part of this world was in order. I got the same feeling I had when I was a kid, standing on the white-washed porch of my grandfather's childhood home, high above the orchard, looking out over countless rows of perfectly alligned apple trees. Such order and peace.

It's funny where we find order and peace these days. It seems like the less there is in the Big World, the more we have to find it in our Little Worlds. It can almost always be found in the yarn orchard of the Grove. So when you're feeling in the need to be surrounded with beauty and peace, remember us. It's one of the reasons we exist.