From the time I was two or three years old, I wanted to learn to knit. I would take sticks from outside, and pretend to knit on the fringe of an old, so-ugly-it's-awesome 70s crochet blanket my great-grandmother had made. My Grandma promised to teach me when I was old enough, but that day never came. She passed away when I was almost 10 years old.

I put my desire to knit out of my mind until I was 25, going through grueling fertility treatments, and livingn in Fort Myers, Florida with not a friend in sight. I taught myself out of books before the age of YouTube, and was instantly addicted. Like many other dyers before me, I didn't find the colors I wanted in the big-box chain stores, and LYS options were not so great, considering the tropical climate! I experimented with food dyes, which were the "gateway drug" to playing around with the "real" stuff. It was a fun hobby for me even after I moved back to New York and went back to school for degrees in Biological Anthropology and an unofficial minor in Biology. I worked with several species of New World monkeys in Costa Rica and Nicaragua, but I decided that pursuing a PhD wasn't right for me at the time.

Upon graduation, the job market was fairly terrible. I was working 4 different jobs to make ends meet, and still coming up short at the end of each month. Life has its little "serendipity" moments, and they are to be cherished - a knitting friend grabbed a skein of my hand-dyed from me, and shoved money at me. I had never considered that dyeing was a "thing." My husband, a textiles archaeologist, urged me to open a business. I thought he was out of his mind, but I agreed to see if I could sell a few skeins to help out with the bills. I upped my production, took some (terrible) cell phone photos and gathered the courage to post them in a few Facebook groups. Looking back on those photos, I can't imagine why anyone would ever have purchased the yarn in them, but they did! Not even 6 months later, my photography and dyeing skills more on-point, I was able to quit all of my other jobs to pursue my indie career full-time. I have never, ever looked back. I work 12 hour days just about 7 days a week, and I love every single second of it! I absolutely adore the friends I've made in this business - from other dyers, to the customers who have turned into close personal friends. I am exactly where I need to be, and I truly hope this sentiment is expressed in my fiber art!