Getting Started

Winter , especially, reminds me of why I moved to New Hampshire, with it's solitary beauty and haunting character...like an old friend that enters and departs your life without explanation. Every season is glorious in the north country, or at least in part, but on a clear night in February when you walk out with only the sound of your boots in the snow and the smell of the woodsmoke curling toward the stars...there doesn't seem much wrong with the world.

The Whites are my adopted home and a long way from South Jersey, however I am as comfortable here then any place I have lived, and have resided a dozen years in the region. I came to knitting and fiber about the time I transfered my car registration. There's something about NE and wool that is just synonymous. Liking fiber is not a prerequisite for living here , but if you do then a passion for NE winters usually follows, like red wine and cheese.

"Finding" spinning was a more recent epiphany....why hadn't I thought to do this many years ago puzzles me, all that amazing fiber I could have spun...?!? In the two years since I bought my first wheel on Ebay I have been blissfully unable to sit without the urge to spin, or knit projects with my yarn. It's an obsession I've actively pushed onto others...so that they might share and in turn feed my fiber addiction....shameless I know.

Look for future posts of wheels, life in NH, crafting, about anything...