If you saw my studio right now, you would see an empty loom. My computer. Some art on the walls.

My Grandmother Hathaway was my first art teacher—her daily work with yarns, cloth and color was an inspiration to me. She got me started as a small child with crocheting and quilting. My mother taught me embroidery and basic sewing skills. Much later my Grandmother taught me to knit socks.

I always knew I would be an artist. I took all the drawing, painting, and printmaking classes I needed to graduate from Chico State University. While there I took an experimental class of various textile methods and fibers history. After all the years I had quilted, embroidered, crocheted and knitted, I knew immediately that this was my “dream” art medium. I tried a beginning weaving class in Olympia, Washington.  My fiber-art interests took me on to Portland and the Oregon College of Art and Craft where I continued learning weaving, dyeing and other fiber techniques. I loved it all.

Now, my loom is idle, my time spent working on graphic design projects. It’s how I earn my living. I haven’t been able to devote myself to the long process of weaving, so I’m turning to a blog to share my love for fiber, find a new community of fiber artists, and to gather fiber history, technique and the many stories of fiber art.

This blog is about my love of fibers. It is about people like my Grandmother and the art they created. It is about the incredible community of artists who have chosen fiber as their medium.

There are thousands of people across all cultures using fiber to live in comfort, necessity and beauty. The creativity that humans have shown through the texture, color and dimension of natural (and currently artificial) fibers provide inspiration to me, my art, and love of the entire medium.