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At the Beginning…

I’ve been a long time in this magical forest, digging deep into the as-yet-unknown realm of The Yarnicorn.  It was a spark in my heart early last year, little more than a placeholder page with a very plain Blogger site for months as I began to learn how to make websites do what I want them to do (note: this process is obviously ongoing).  All the while, I was still working at BabesterArts, doing shows, shipping hundreds of feet of carding cloth, and raising those two precocious little darlings I’m blessed to share this life with.  I can credit at least one of them with inspiring the name of this new venture, and both of them with providing me daily reassurance that magic and mirth are, indeed, worthy pursuits.

Still, there has been a great deal of work and not much to say about it yet.  That’s about to change, and I can’t wait to show you all the awesomeness I’ve been creating!  I’m so excited, I’m ready to shout from the rooftops!!!  Soon, my yarnies.  So very soon…  I can’t wait to show you the new studio, the new products, and the other magical delights I’ve been carefully cultivating.

Watch this space for updates.  You might want to add your email to that little box on the right sidebar so you don’t miss new posts as things go live.  Please also join the The Yarnicorn on Facebook, as I will be hosting giveaways and other fun celebrations as the new venture takes flight.

So excited to have you with me on this wonderful adventure!

Ode to my Socks

Maru Mori brought me
a pair
of socks
knitted with her own
shepherd’s hands,
two socks soft
as rabbits.
I slipped
my feet into them
as if
into
jewel cases
woven
with threads of
dusk
and sheep’s wool
Audacious socks,
my feet became
two woolen
fish,
two long sharks
of lapis blue
shot
with a golden thread,
two mammoth blackbirds,
two cannons,
thus honored
were
my feet
by
these
celestial
socks.
They were
so beautiful
that for the first time
my feet seemed
unacceptable to me,
two tired old
fire fighters
not worthy
of the woven
fire
of those luminous
socks.
Nonetheless,
I resisted
the strong temptation
to save them
the way schoolboys
bottle
fireflies,
the way scholars
hoard
sacred documents.
I resisted
the wild impulse
to place them in a cage
of gold
and daily feed them
birdseed
and rosy melon flesh.
Like explorers who in the forest
surrender a rare
and tender deer
to the spit
and eat it
with remorse,
I stuck out my feet
and pulled on
the
handsome
socks,
and then my shoes.
So this is
the moral of my odes:
twice beautiful
is beauty
and what is good is doubly
good
when it is a case of two
woolen socks
in wintertime.
-Pablo Neruda

 

The Magical Forest

Once Upon A Time…

…in The Magical Forest, there lived a wild yarnicorn.  How The Yarnicorn came to be is no quick tale.  Find your drink, your favorite fiber and that WIP you’ve been putting off, then sit a spell while I tell of the wonders of Yarnia.