Walking to the Pretty Things


I’m lucky. I live in village that has its own wool shop (aka haberdashery), and the shop has been a big part of my life for all the years that I’ve lived here. On Tuesdays nights we bead at Bodkins, and on Wednesday evenings we knit (other classes happen at other times, but these are the two that I teach). The shop is within easy walking distance from home, even on cold, dark nights; it’s just far enough to get my blood pumping and my endorphins hopping. Over the years our evening have evolved into something that’s about so much more than just beading and knitting — hearts open when our hands are busy with our needles. And there are so many pretty things to tempt us into future projects.