The perfect yarn is a column of air surrounded by fiber.

The best ideas show up when I’m doing something else.

The ideal project takes over my life and requires a season

or two to complete. Or a year. Or three. It demands time

but not money. Or new clothes. Sometimes it is new

clothes.

The design worth pursuing is not a design at all, but love

made manifest in color, texture, image. It is a second

captured in cloth, an unfolding story, a small miracle.

This work infiltrates my dreams, builds my biceps, thrills

me to the bone and drives me to tears. When I was seven I

turned scraps of yarn into a magic carpet. I am still at it.