About The Dyer

As with most things, there is a long and winding tale of how things came to be, and deciding to open Beloved Yarn is no exception. A fascination with twigs and leaves began in childhood, coupled with a curiosity that led me to explore the far reaches of gardens and fields, as well as the dusty cobwebbed corners of attics and basements, always looking for, and usually finding, unexpected treasures. Then one day I discovered an unfinished pair of argyle socks hidden in a box found tucked away in my grandparent's garage. From that moment on I was completely and utterly enchanted with knitting. The thin bone needles and gossamer yarn appeared as magical allies, inspiring a love of the craft that has deepened over the years, carrying into the present day. 

Being sensitive to synthetic fibers and coarse wool eventually led to the wondrous discovery of truly luxurious natural yarns: Merino, kid mohair, angora, baby camel, alpaca, silk, cashmere, and more, all softer than clouds and truly luscious against the skin. Later in life, learning to spin wool, cotton, and flax on a wheel led to learning to dye, and as friends began to buy my hand-dyed yarn and fiber, I was encouraged to start dyeing and selling yarn professionally.

Using the finest acid dyes available ensures that your finished projects will retain their vibrant color and natural texture for years to come. Although superwash yarns can be popped into the washer and dryer, for best results I always recommend hand-washing all finished items. Because of my dyeing methods, you'll be happy to know my variegated yarns do not pool.

For many decades I practiced martial arts, raised children, ordained as a zen monk, traveled extensively, lived boldly (read wildly), and throughout all that time my quiet daily practice of knitting allowed me to remain, somewhat, safe and sane. In 2008 I embarked on the internal journey everything else had prepared me for, and now deeply enjoy the rediscovery and remembering of ancient gynocentric shamanic practices. Most often you can find me happily alone with my needles and yarn.