It's been an amazing week. I'm in New Jersey visiting my parents and enjoying time with my siblings, niece, and nephews. The other day we braved the city, all to take a peek at Purl Soho.
It was just as incredible as I expected. I knew I would have trouble choosing when confronted with all of the wares. I even made a list of all sorts of patterns to take a look at—but they don't have a big selection of paper patterns. Instead I quickly perused the entire store and kept my purchases small.
We stuck out quite a bit on the crowded city streets with our small herd of children. It made me a bit self-conscious, but when I opened up the issues of Taproot I got there, everything suddenly came into focus. The life I have cobbled together is full—of delicious babies wearing handmade clothing, of creating—every which way, all day long, of a husband who is proud to wear the things I make him out in public— then texts me when people compliment them. I really love my life and I am proud of it. I want to share more of it here. So to the man who said I had my hands full—yes! They really are. And I like them that way.