Mama, mine.

This week is about celebrating that irreplaceably special person in life… Mother. My Mama is the most amazing woman: Intelligent, kind, principled, gentle, immensely strong, wise, loving, creative…there are many more words I could list. She is the earth that kept my seedling roots safe and warm, the tree that shaded me when the sun…

Renewal and Recreation.

As I settled in last night planning out my week ahead, I felt such gratitude for the break this past week…taking time to celebrate Palm Sunday, Passover/Holy Supper, Good Friday, and finally, Easter, was so important and fulfilling. Getting to spend precious hours with family and friends for this week was an opportunity to examine my…

Knitting and Spring

Some part of being a designer comes from what the heart loves– crafted into form by the mind and brain. So what happens when the heart feels bruised or hurt? A couple months ago a woman died…a woman whom I respect, admire, and am continually inspired by. It was unexpected. She was so so young,…

Inspiration?

  There’s always a pause, that breathless pause before a storm, or the pause of a windless summer day… That question:   will inspiration strike when I need it? What will my mind and heart fix on…when will that moment of clarity blaze? And it does. And it always feels like such a surprise…such a…

Skjöldr Jacket

I’ve often noticed how a winter landscape looks simple at first glance, buried under snow and barren without foliage. Barren, until we teach our gaze to see the interlacing of tree branches braced to hold the bowl of sky, or notice the myriad subtle tones of the deadened grass poking through the blanket of white. . I…

Flotsam and Jetsam, (day-to-day studio life).

Hello from the Granaté Prêt studio, Sometimes I can’t believe the amount of mess the design process creates: tools, equipment, and materials, they eddy around me as I work. Sometimes the studio corners have veritable DRIFTS of fine, multi-coloured wool dust while cutting garments out, (seemingly only minutes after vacuuming or sweeping!) and it’s inevitable that…