Tradition is an important part of family for most and this tradition was introduced to me when I was 10 years old. My dad got remarried and my "new" grandma made me and my three siblings stockings for Christmas that year. I was a part of something bigger. A few years later, my "new" mom gave me jumbo knitting needles and a skein of red yarn. The only stitch she knew to teach me was knit. I later r
eceived a book on how to do needlework of all kinds. It wasn't until 1995 when I picked up the needles along with that book and taught myself how to do what is known as the stockinette stitch. I had no patterns to go by, so I started out with one that I made up myself. I was able to take instruction from my grandmother on how to complete my first stocking and the rest is history. My in-laws were my guinea pigs in my design process and me fine-tuning my craft. I thank them for not laughing at me in those early days. And I did eventually inherit my grandmother's patterns, which was such an honor that she would trust me with such treasures. After a decade of nearly perfecting my knitting, I felt compelled to open up to the public and offer that same tradition to others. Tradition and family go hand-in-hand. Thank you, Grandma Pat, for your patience and the plethora of patterns. Thank you, Samir, for being my first purchasing client and giving me the confidence to sell... thank you to all my family for "suffering" through those early years... thank you, Emily Crandall, for encouraging me to set this page up at Facebook.