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Ready for Valentine Knits? — January 20, 2026

Ready for Valentine Knits?

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Love at First Stitch: Sock Knitting, Valentine’s Day & Pink Yarn Dreams 💕

There’s something quietly romantic about knitting socks.

Not the flashy, roses-and-chocolates kind of romance—but the kind that shows up every day. The kind that warms toes on cold mornings. The kind that says, “I thought of you.”

As Valentine’s Day approaches, I find myself reaching—almost without thinking—for pinks. Soft blush. Rose. Berry. The gentle kind of colour that feels like kindness rather than noise. And this year, I have a small collection of pink hand-dyed sock yarn skeins ready to find their way into loving hands.

Why Socks Make the Perfect Valentine

Socks are intimate in the best way.
They’re practical, yes—but they’re also deeply personal.

When you knit socks, you’re knitting for real life:

  • morning coffee on cold floors
  • boots kicked off at the door
  • evenings curled up with a book
  • daily walks, errands, ordinary days made softer

Hand-knit socks say, “I want you to be warm.”
And honestly? That’s a love language all its own.

The Magic of Merino/Nylon Sock Yarn

Every skein I’m offering is a merino/nylon blend, and there’s a reason sock knitters come back to this pairing again and again.

  • Merino wool brings softness, breathability, and warmth without bulk
  • Nylon adds strength and durability—because socks are meant to be worn, loved, and lived in

This blend is ideal for:

  • everyday socks
  • gift knitting
  • long-lasting heels and toes
  • smooth, satisfying stitches on your needles

And when it’s hand-dyed, each skein carries subtle variations—no two socks exactly alike, just like the people who wear them.

Pink Isn’t Just a Colour—It’s a Mood

Pink sock yarn feels different in your hands.

It’s cheerful without shouting.
Comforting without being dull.
A reminder that softness is a strength.

Whether you’re knitting:

  • Valentine socks for someone you love
  • a cozy pair for yourself (self-love counts 💗)
  • or a future gift waiting patiently in the drawer

Pink feels hopeful. Gentle. Kind.

A Small Batch, Dyed with Care

These skeins are part of a small, lovingly dyed batch—the kind of yarn that doesn’t rush you. The kind that invites you to slow down, cast on thoughtfully, and enjoy the rhythm of heel turns and toe grafts.

They won’t last long, and that’s okay. Handmade things aren’t meant to be endless. They’re meant to be meaningful.

A Gentle Invitation

If your needles have been whispering,
if you’ve been longing to knit something warm and loving,
if your heart could use a little pink right now—

These skeins are ready.

Cast on a pair of socks.
Wrap someone in warmth.
Or treat yourself to something handmade and kind.

Because love doesn’t always arrive in a box of chocolates.
Sometimes, it comes one stitch at a time. 🧦💕

With warm wishes and gentle stitches,
Grannie Doll

I have a few 100 gram skeins of hand dyed sock yarns to offer today focusing on Valentine Pinks. Let me know which one you’d like and I’ll ship ASAP. Cost? $20 per marked down from $30.

Thanks for looking today.

Come and See — January 18, 2026

Come and See

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Reflections on John 1:35–51

There are seasons in life when we are not searching for answers.
We are searching for something that feels safe.

Something gentle.
Something steady.
Something that feels like light in the middle of ordinary days.

We are not always longing for explanations.
Often, we are longing for presence.

That is where this gospel meets us.

Not with thunder.
Not with certainty.
Not with pressure.

But with a quiet, holy invitation:

Come and see.

In John’s Gospel, Jesus walks by. John the Baptist points and says, “Look — here is the Lamb of God.” Two disciples follow Jesus, not quite knowing why, only sensing that something in them needs to lean toward hope.

Jesus turns and asks them a question that still echoes into our lives today:

“What are you looking for?”

Not What do you believe?
Not Can you explain yourself?
Not Are you worthy?

Just — What are you longing for?

The disciples answer with a simple, human question:
“Where are you staying?”

They are not asking for an address.
They are asking where life happens.
Where rest is found.
Where belonging begins.

And Jesus answers with three words that change everything:

Come and see.

Not Come and prove yourself.
Not Come when you’re ready.
Not Come after you have it all figured out.

Just — come.

And they do.
And they stay.

Faith, it seems, does not begin with a moment of certainty.
It begins with time.
With staying.
With listening.
With noticing.
With being known.

Andrew goes and finds his brother Simon. He does not bring him a speech or a set of beliefs. He brings an invitation:

“We have found the Messiah.”

Which is another way of saying:
We have found something that feels like life.
Come and see.

Philip does the same with Nathanael.

Nathanael, honest and skeptical, asks, “Can anything good come out of Nazareth?”
And Philip does not argue.
He does not defend.
He simply says:

Come and see.

When Nathanael arrives, Jesus does something remarkable.
He sees him.

Before Nathanael believes.
Before he understands.
Before he says the right thing.

Jesus sees him.

“I saw you,” Jesus says.

Perhaps those are the most healing words any of us could ever hear.

I see you.
I notice you.
You matter.

This story is not about perfect faith.
It is about honest faith.
Curious faith.
Tentative faith.

It is a sanctuary for the weary.
A home for the questioning.
A place for those who are still finding their way.

This invitation — Come and see — has shaped my own life and ministry.

When I was invited to serve as your minister, I was not handed a list of expectations. I was not asked to prove myself or explain everything I believed. Instead, I was invited gently and graciously.

Come and see who we are.
Come and hear our stories.
Come and sit with us.
Come and see if this might be home.

I came with questions.
I came with hopes.
I came with prayers I didn’t yet know how to say out loud.

And somewhere in the staying — the quiet, patient staying — this stopped being a place I serve and became a place I belong.

That is what Jesus was offering the disciples, too.

Not a role.
Not a task.
Not a title.

A place to belong.

We live in a world that tells us we must perform, produce, and prove ourselves. But Jesus does not meet us with pressure.

He meets us with presence.

He still says:
Come and see.
Come and sit.
Come and rest.
Come and belong.

Some of us come hopeful.
Some come tired.
Some come grieving.
Some come searching.

Jesus meets us all the same way.

And once we have seen — even just a little — we become the invitation for someone else.

A chair pulled out.
A light left on.
A quiet welcome.
A gentle voice that says:

Come and see.

This is how faith grows.
This is how the church lives.
Not by shouting —
but by leaving the light on in the window.

May we be that kind of people.
May our lives become doorways through which others glimpse Christ.

And may the invitation that changed everything continue to echo among us:

Come and see.

Still Waters in a Snowstorm — January 15, 2026

Still Waters in a Snowstorm

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Finding Calm Through Spinning, Soup, and Slow Living

Have you ever felt like you were rushing through everything — trying to get it all done — and then feeling that quiet guilt creep in?

I should have done more.
I wish I had slowed down.
I meant to take better care…

You can fill in the blanks.

Today feels like a good moment for a gentle check-in.

Here on Hamilton Mountain, we’re having one of those rare, holy kinds of days — a snow day, a pajama day, a let’s-just-breathe day. The kind of day when the world outside hushes itself for a while, and the inside of your home becomes its own small sanctuary.

So I pulled my rocking chair close.
I picked up my spindle.
And I listened to what my soul needed.

1. Finding Peace with Busy Hands

When the world feels loud and heavy, my hands remember what to do.

I spin.
I knit.
I create.

Not because something has to be finished — but because something inside me needs to be steadied.

There is something deeply grounding about working with fiber. It connects me not only to other makers around the world. It also connects me to the generations before me. These were people whose hands once spun wool by candlelight. Their meals simmered on wood stoves. Their days moved at the pace of daylight and seasons.

Today I’m spinning from my Distaff Day bat — a special blend I build year after year. I save little bits of fiber from past projects in a jar. Once a year, I card them together to make something new. From that batt have come socks (some that shrank terribly!), mittens, and now a new pair of mitts currently on my needles.

Sometimes I set intentions for yarn.
Sometimes I simply choose a color that feels like joy in my hands.

Both are holy work.

2. What’s on Granny Doll’s Stove

A big pot is bubbling quietly in the kitchen. It holds a bone broth made from beef bones, onion, carrot, celery, and a splash of vinegar. It will nourish my body with warm sips today and become soup tomorrow.

I’m thinking beef barley.

Yesterday I also roasted a local chicken, so tonight’s supper will be simple and honest: leftover chicken, rice, and vegetables. When we make things good, they are good.

This is Granny-core living.
This is larder living.
This is nourishment that blesses both body and soul.

3. A New Gentle Health Journey

Some of you know that I live with type 2 diabetes. Over the past year and a half, I have been learning to care for my body. I am doing this while using a GLP-1 medication. I have been learning its rhythms, its limits, and its blessings.

I’ve recently begun creating a 14-day gentle meal plan — not a “diet,” but a sustainable, simple, grandmother-style way of eating:

  • Using what we already have
  • Honoring leftovers
  • Eating mostly at home
  • Avoiding waste
  • Choosing foods that truly nourish

I’m turning it into a small booklet. It includes daily scripture, prayer, and reflection. You can adapt it, reflect on it, and make it your own.

If that sounds like something you’d love, let me know. I’d be happy to share it when it’s ready.

Still Waters

Today, Psalm 23 whispered to me:

He leads me beside still waters.

Outside, everything is frozen — snow piled high, roads quiet, the world resting under a white quilt.

Inside, my still waters look like:

  • A rocking chair
  • A spindle turning slowly
  • Soup on the stove
  • A meal plan that supports my health
  • And the deep knowing that I am cared for

Still waters aren’t always rivers and streams.

Sometimes they are quiet kitchens.
Sometimes they are wool in your hands.
Sometimes they are choosing to care for your body gently and faithfully.

So for today, dear friends…

May every stitch you make,
Every inch of yarn you spin,
Every meal you prepare,
Every quiet moment you take —
Be a blessing to your body, your spirit, and those you love.

You are always welcome in my cozy corner.

Until next time,
Grannie Doll 💗

The Light Left On in the Larder or is it called the pantry? — January 9, 2026

The Light Left On in the Larder or is it called the pantry?

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A January Reflection on Slow Suppers, Simple Living, and Beginning Again

Do we call it the larder or the pantry?
The fridge or cold storage?

Scroll down for the video.

It hardly matters, really — not when the deeper truth is this:

As long as it isn’t empty, it feels like home.

The year has turned. The lights are coming down. The ornaments are tucked away. The echo of holiday feasts still lingers in our kitchens. It also lingers in our wallets. The calendar has flipped, the house has grown quiet again, and suddenly a very old, very honest question rises up once more:

What’s for supper?

Not the Pinterest kind of supper.
Not the “company is coming” kind.
But the everyday kind.
The kind that keeps us fed, warm, and grounded.

January always seems to call us back to basics.
Back to soup pots that simmer slowly on the stove.
Back to bread heels tucked in the freezer.
Back to simple casseroles that don’t need fancy ingredients — only care.

It is the quiet work of making do.
Making warm.
Making grateful.

And in this quieter season, our cupboards begin to teach us something. They invite us to look again at what we already have. They remind us that nourishment is not only about what we buy. It is about what we remember to use. It is about what we are willing to stretch. It is also about what we are thankful to receive.

This is larder living.
This is slow food.
This is where thrift becomes a blessing and simplicity becomes a kind of prayer.

It is choosing the humble supper.
It is warming the same soup for the third night and finding that it somehow tastes better.
It is slicing the last onion with care.
It is setting the table even when no one is coming — because you are still worth a warm plate and a quiet moment.

There is holiness in this rhythm.
There is gentleness here.
There is a quiet kind of abundance that does not shout, but whispers,
You have enough. You are cared for. Begin again.

This winter, I am leaning into that whisper. I call it The 100 Mile Life. It is a gentle practice. We source our food, fibre, and daily needs from within roughly one hundred miles of home. Not as a rule. Not as pressure. But as a way of returning to what is nearby, what is seasonal, and what is enough.

It is about knowing where your carrots were grown.
Knowing who raised your eggs.
Knowing the hands that spun your wool.
And letting gratitude grow in the same soil as your supper.

In the quiet rhythm of winter evenings, we begin again. We do this with one humble meal. Then, with one open cupboard. Finally, with one warm pot at a time.

If your kitchen feels a little quieter this January, I invite you to step into this slower rhythm with me.

This week, choose one simple supper.
One meal made mostly from what you already have.
One local ingredient.
One candle lit on the table.

And as you stir the pot, whisper a simple prayer of thanks —
for what is enough,
for what is nearby,
and for the grace of beginning again.

You’re always welcome here in the warm light of the larder.
Let’s walk this slow, simple winter together.

The Grannie Doll January Blessing

May your soup pot be steady,
your bread be warm,
and your cupboards gently remind you:
you are cared for.

May your meals be simple,
your table be kind,
and your heart remember
that enough is holy.

May you find grace in leftovers,
joy in small portions,
and peace in the quiet work of beginning again.

And may your home —
whether larder or pantry,
fridge or cold storage —
always feel like a place of warmth, welcome, and rest.

Until we meet again at the table or by the rocking chair,
Grannie Doll

8 Gentle Intentions for Crafting in 2026 — January 7, 2026

8 Gentle Intentions for Crafting in 2026

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A Distaff Day Reflection

There is a quiet day tucked into the calendar each year — January 6 — known as Distaff Day. Long before resolutions and productivity planners, this was the day when women would begin the year’s spinning and making. It was not about speed. It was about intention.

I love that.

For me, Distaff Day has become a gentle beginning to my creative year. I don’t rush into projects. I sit by the window with my wool basket. I hold a warm cup of coffee. I let my hands remember their rhythm.

This year, I am stepping into my making with eight gentle intentions. These are not rules but a way of caring for my hands, my home, and my heart.

1. I Will Make Slowly

Not to finish first.
Not to keep up.
But to let my hands enjoy the work they were given.

2. I Will Choose Wool with a Story

Local when I can.
Hand-touched when possible.
Fibre that feels like it belongs in my home and my life.

3. I Will Honour the Quiet Days

The days when a few rows are enough.
When spinning a little is still faithful making.

4. I Will Make What Is Useful and Loved

Socks for warm feet.
Shawls for gentle shoulders.
Blankets that wrap stories into stitches.

5. I Will Release Perfection

Crooked stitches still carry love.
Uneven yarn still holds warmth.

6. I Will Keep My Basket Simple

Fewer projects.
More presence.

7. I Will Let Making Be My Prayer

Each stitch a breath.
Each spin a quiet offering.

8. I Will End My Days Gently

Putting my wool away with gratitude.
Leaving my hands at rest, not rushed.

A Closing Word

Before I take my first spin of the year, I pause with this blessing:

“May the favor of the Lord our God rest on us;
establish the work of our hands for us—
yes, establish the work of our hands.”
— Psalm 90:17

May your hands be steady and your heart unhurried.
May your basket hold only what your spirit can carry.
May your making bring warmth into this world — into homes, into hearts, into quiet corners where comfort is needed most.

Go gently into this creative year.
Your making is a blessing.

I

The Word Moved Into the Neighborhood — January 4, 2026

The Word Moved Into the Neighborhood

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There is a holy hush in the opening words of John’s Gospel.

In the beginning was the Word.

Before the manger.
Before the shepherds.
Before the angel songs and candlelight.

Before all of that — there was the Word.

Not an idea.
Not a rule.
Not a set of instructions.

A living presence.
A holy heartbeat.
God speaking God’s very self into the world.

And then — in the gentlest and most astonishing way —
the Word became flesh and lived among us.

Some translations say “dwelt among us.”
But the original language is even more tender.
It means pitched a tent among us.

God moved into the neighborhood.

God Came Close

This is the heart of the incarnation — not that God explained everything, but that God came close.

Close enough to touch.
Close enough to listen.
Close enough to know hunger and laughter and grief and love.

God did not remain safely distant.
God stepped into skin and story, breath and bone.

Jesus did not arrive as a theory to be debated, but as a life to be lived.

And somehow, in that holy nearness, the light entered the darkness.

Not as a spotlight that blinds,
but as a lamp that gently guides.

The Light Still Shines

John tells us the darkness did not overcome the light.

And friends, some days it feels like the darkness is doing a pretty good job of trying.
The world feels loud.
The news feels heavy.
The heart can grow tired.

But the light still shines.

Not loudly.
Not dramatically.
But faithfully.

It shines in kindness offered quietly.
In mercy that keeps showing up.
In grace that doesn’t give up on us.

Grace Upon Grace

“From his fullness we have received grace upon grace.”

Not grace once.
Not grace if we earn it.
Not grace that runs out.

Grace layered upon grace —
like snowfall on a winter morning,
like waves meeting the shore,
like breath following breath.

This is the gift of the Word made flesh —
a God who stays,
a God who walks with us,
a God who keeps offering light even when we’re not sure where we’re going.

Making Room for the Light

So maybe this season is not about having all the answers.

Maybe it’s about making room.

Room for gentleness.
Room for compassion.
Room for grace.

Because when we choose love over fear,
when we carry light into hard places,
when we walk softly with one another —
the Word still finds a place to dwell.

God is still moving into the neighborhood.

And maybe, just maybe…
into our hearts too.

Rev. Barbara aka Grannie Doll

Sausage Biscuits & Gravy — The 100-Mile Life Way —

Sausage Biscuits & Gravy — The 100-Mile Life Way

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Living the 100-Mile Life doesn’t mean giving up comfort food.

It means learning how to make it closer to home, simpler, and more intentional.

This familiar supper—sausage biscuits and gravy—slips beautifully into local living with just a few mindful choices.

What “100-Mile” Looks Like in This Meal

Sausage

Use locally made pork sausage from a nearby butcher or farm Leftovers are a gift — this meal shines because it started with leftovers

Onion

Red onion from a local farm stand, CSA, or fall storage bin Even a yellow cooking onion works — use what keeps well in your pantry

Seasoning

Poultry seasoning made from common herbs (sage, thyme, marjoram) If you grow herbs or buy dried ones locally, this is a perfect blend

Biscuits

Homemade biscuits using: Local flour (many Ontario mills are within 100 miles) Butter from a nearby dairy Milk or buttermilk sourced close to home Biscuit mix can still fit the spirit of the challenge if the base ingredients are regional

Gravy

Butter + flour + milk + salt & pepper All simple pantry staples, often available from local producers

Why This Meal Fits the 100-Mile Life

✔ Uses leftovers ✔ Relies on pantry basics ✔ Honors local farmers, mills, and dairies ✔ Feels abundant without excess

This is the kind of meal that reminds us:

local living isn’t about perfection — it’s about relationship.

A Gentle 100-Mile Reflection

Eating close to home teaches us to pay attention.

To seasons.

To what’s already here.

To the quiet satisfaction of feeding ourselves well.

This supper didn’t travel far.

It didn’t need to.

It arrived warm, steady, and just right.

Pull up a chair.

This is what the 100-Mile Life tastes like.

— Grannie Doll 🧶💛

January 1st Newsletter — January 1, 2026

January 1st Newsletter

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Finding Balance — A Gentle Beginning

Dear Friends,

There is a hush that comes with January 1st.

The sparkle of December has settled. The candles are shorter. The cookies are mostly gone. The ornaments wait patiently in their boxes. And suddenly — there is space.

Space to breathe.
Space to feel our own rhythm again.
Space to ask gently: How do I want to live in this new year?

December was full. Beautiful. Busy. Emotional.
There were lights and hymns. There was spinning and knitting. Gatherings and quiet nights occurred. There was joy and tenderness — sometimes all in the same day. And now, standing at the edge of a new year, I find myself longing not for “more”… but for balance.

Balance in my days.
Balance in my commitments.
Balance between doing and being.
Balance between creating and resting.
Balance between caring for others and caring for myself.

This year, my heart is choosing a slower yes —
and a braver no.

I want to make room for:

  • Gentle mornings
  • Fiber in my hands and prayer in my heart
  • Meals that nourish instead of rush
  • Creativity that feels like home, not pressure
  • Work that is meaningful and sustainable
  • Rest that is honored, not postponed

🌾 A Quiet Question for You
As you step into January, I invite you to hold this one soft question close:

Where does my life need more balance — and what is one gentle shift I could make this month?

Not a resolution.
Not a rule.
Just a small kindness to your future self.

✨ What’s Coming in January
This month here in our cozy corner you’ll find:

  • Gentle spinning & knitting moments
  • Reflections on slow living and faith
  • Quiet encouragement for tending your home and heart
  • The beginning of new creative rhythms — rooted in peace, not pressure

We are not rushing this year.
We are rooting.

Thank you for being part of this gentle, faithful, creative circle.
Your presence here truly matters.

May this new year meet you softly.
May your hands be busy with what brings you peace.
May your days hold room for breath and beauty.
And may you find your own beautiful balance — one slow step at a time.

With warmth,
Grannie Doll 🌿
Living the 100 Mile Life — softly, slowly, faithfully

For a quick journal prompt:

Printable Balance Card

Creamy Turkey & Biscuit Skillet — December 30, 2025

Creamy Turkey & Biscuit Skillet

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This is a one-pan supper. It uses what you already have. It fills the house with that “someone’s taking care of me” smell.

Ingredients

  • 2–3 cups cooked turkey, chopped
  • 2 tbsp butter
  • 1 small onion, diced
  • 2 carrots, sliced thin
  • 2 celery stalks, sliced
  • 2 cloves garlic, minced
  • 2 tbsp flour
  • 1½ cups chicken or turkey broth
  • ½ cup milk or cream
  • ½ tsp dried thyme
  • Salt & pepper to taste
  • 1 cup frozen peas (optional but lovely)
  • 1 can refrigerated biscuits, quartered (I used home made biscuits)

Directions

  1. Start the cozy base
    Melt butter in a deep skillet. Sauté onion, carrots, and celery until soft and fragrant. Add garlic and cook 30 seconds more.
  2. Make the gravy
    Sprinkle flour over veggies and stir 1 minute. Slowly pour in broth, stirring constantly. Add milk/cream, thyme, salt, and pepper. Let simmer until thick and creamy.
  3. Add the turkey
    Stir in chopped turkey and peas. Let it bubble gently for 3–4 minutes.
  4. Float the biscuits
    Nestle biscuit pieces right on top of the creamy mixture.
  5. Cover & cook
    Cover skillet and cook on low for 12–15 minutes until biscuits are puffed and cooked through.
  6. Serve hot
    Ladle into bowls and prepare for happy sighs.

Little Extras if You Want

  • Add leftover mashed potatoes on the side (yes please).
  • A sprinkle of dried sage makes it taste like Thanksgiving remembered.
  • A handful of shredded cheese melted over top turns it into pure comfort food.

If you’d like, tell me what veggies you still have hanging around — cabbage, potatoes, carrots, etc — and I can tailor another leftover-loving supper just for your kitchen 🧡

Enjoy from Grannie Doll’s Kitchen to yours.

When Knitting Teaches Us Grace — December 29, 2025

When Knitting Teaches Us Grace

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Some days, knitting is nothing but comfort. It is the soft click of needles. It includes the steady rhythm of stitches. It brings the quiet joy of watching something grow beneath our hands.

And some days… it teaches us patience.

Lately, I’ve been sitting with a sock project that hasn’t quite gone the way I imagined. The yarn is lovely, the pattern is beautiful — but together they’re asking more of me than I expected. There have been pauses. Frogged rows. A few deep sighs. And more than once, I’ve had to remind myself that not every project is meant to be easy.

At the same time, I’ve been finding comfort in working on my Northerly Blanket — a slower, gentler make that feels like wrapping myself in quiet winter evenings. It’s become my place of rest, the project I reach for when I need my hands to remember calm again.

These moments have reminded me that even “imperfect” projects have something to offer. They teach us new skills, stretch our patience, and gently invite us to grow. Every stitch — even the ones we redo — still carries learning, intention, and care.

So if you’re working on something that feels tricky right now, take heart. You’re not behind. You’re not doing it wrong. You’re simply learning — and that, too, is beautiful.

As the season grows quieter, I hope you’ll stay safe, stay cozy, and keep making with grace. Let your projects meet you where you are, and trust that every stitch still matters.

Stitch slowly. Breathe deeply. Rest kindly.

Grannie Doll

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