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Fleeting thoughts of granny squares

The Wet Coast is no place for this fuzzy fantasy​​The trees are sun-kissed radiant red and gold as I hunker down to write this, in that little sliver of crisp and dry days between the months of dumb-dumb flipflops and the damn rain boots. Not that I’m complaining...

Packing it all in for the Toronto design fest

It’s getting close to a decade since I packed it all in: my needles and wool, my sewing machine and fabrics, my mid-level-management career. There was more to explore.I’ve been mixing it up with a wide range of materials (and makers) ever since but even...