I’m so excited to begin this series “Material Obsession” here on The Merriweather Council Blog! I wanted to highlight that feeling of absolute inspiration and thrill that comes from a mere glimpse or touch of a favorite material. Like walking through an art school, or an antique market… that “gotta have it/ gotta make it” feeling. For the first installment, I asked Brandi of PurlBknit to discuss her love of natural fiber yarns. I met Brandi through an Etsy event a few years ago and I’ve been marveling at her beautiful work ever since. She tells a fabulous love story and I think you’ll really enjoy it. Yarn lovers, this one is for you. And for those of you who are yarn-curious – feel inspired! But be warned: yarn is a bit of crafty gateway drug.
Thank you, Brandi for sharing your words + photos with us!
My name is Brandi and I have an obsession with yarn. To be obsessed for me usually means being overly emotional, blushingly corny and almost always results in a few walks of shame. To be true to this story, I must wear my heart on my sleeve.
If I could, I’d ask alpaca to put a ring on it! Oh yeah, it is that serious.
This love story began with my grandmother. She lives in Florida and had never met her five grandchildren living in New York. I must have been 9 or 10 years old when she called and asked, “what is your favorite color?” Over the next five years, blankets arrived in the mail, each of us patiently awaiting our very own handmade afghan. I received mine at 14. At that moment, I became a knitter forever.
Little did I know that collecting yarn could be quite addictive!
A couple of times a year I have talking-to-myself outbursts that go something like this –
“Brandi, no more yarn. You simply cannot buy anymore yarn.”
“But it’s alpaca and silk. Your favorite.”
“It’s a close-out sale.”
“Use what you have, you live in Brooklyn, there is no more space!”
Eventually, the angel wins. I’ll go on a spring-cleaning rampage in the middle of winter and bam! I have another basket in need of filling. I save every scrap and left over bundle. I donate stuff from my wardrobe before I ever consider getting rid of my yarn stash. Raw materials are just too precious. A writer’s paper and pen is my yarn and needles.
The extra specials are 100% natural and I rarely buy anything else. There is something about the fuzzy handspun mohair I purchased from a women’s collective in Southern Africa that fills my heart with so much joy and anticipation. The glittering skeins I found in Paris makes me want to shimmy my shoulders and bounce on my feet.
Please yarn lovers, holler if you feel me! Oh peace and inspiration thy name is yarn. It is natural and pure sweet happiness!