This week marks two years since I hiked the Inca Trail to Machu Picchu - four days of walking through humid jungle, dusty sand, and huge slippery rocks. As a lazy couch potato with a rather large and wobbly bottom, it was no easy feat, and I've never felt so proud of myself. There's something really incredible about standing at the Sun Gate, looking over an ancient Incan city, and knowing that you worked really hard to get there. You could definitely smell the effort, what with the lack of showers over the course of the trail, at least!
With the recent opening of my little wool shop (there's a link to the left if you'd like to had a look), I've felt a renewed sense of pride. I look at the boxes full of hand dyed wool, handcarded rolags, and hand-dizzed roving, and I think "Hey, I made that!" Ever since I picked up a spindle in May two years ago, and spun that thick and thin, lumpy bumpy piece of string, I fell in love with fibre crafts. Smooth and lustrous singles, or crazy textured art yarn... I've been covered with a piece of fluff here and there ever since and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Spindles & Stitches has been my brainchild for a good long while, and so much hard work has gone into it - thank you so much for reading my blog and liking my Instagram posts and placing orders. It's because of all of you guys that I do what I love and love what I do, I'm so grateful for your support and kind words. And now, with dyeing and carding and labelling and packing, just like those final steps of the hike, I find myself thinking "I can do this" :)