years and years ago, when i first learned to knit, there was a lovely yarn and fiber shop about 30 minutes drive out into the country from where i live. i remember vividly the first time i visited there. it was quite magical for me. it was a rather large shop, right off the town square in a small and friendly community. and there were so many lovely, natural fiber yarns hanging on the walls and atop every surface and in every nook and cranny in this shop that i could scarcely take it all in. i thought i was surely in heaven.
the owner of the shop was an energetic and vibrant young mama, with a personality to match. indeed, she removed all traces of any thought that knitting was just for little old ladies and such. she was always wearing something that was handknitted and inspired all those around her to knit. the shop also had a mascot - a very large white angora rabbit who hopped about freely and had his run of the place.
sometime after many, many visits (and untold purchases) there...i received news that the little town had been ravaged by a tornado and that the shop had sustained severe damage (no one was injured, thank goodness, and the bunny had survived safely in his crate!) and would not be reopening.
so why am i telling you this story about a old yarn shop, you ask? here's why...

this is one of the first hats i ever knitted and i bought the handspun yarn for it from that old beloved shop. in fact, i took a yarn dyeing class right there on the premises and dyed the yarn myself before knitting with it. i know it's just a plain and simple hat, but my, what memories come flooding back to me when i see it...

it was a time when that new, creative energy for knitting was born in me and i was captivated by all the possibilities that lay ahead. i remember being drawn to the rustic and handmade nature of this particular handspun wool yarn (which the owner had actually spun herself) and instantly visualized making a hat out of it (truth is, i bought and dyed two skeins of this yarn and made hats for both of my older girls - the one you see here in pink and another in lavender, although the lavender one has apparently been lost somewhere along the way)...

and now, years later, as is true with most handmade things in our home...this hat has been passed down and is still being used.

yours in the glow of some handspun memories today,
shelley