It is morning. Quiet, mist rising over the meadow and the sun only beginning its first warm stretch. That kind of moment is exactly where my collars got their names:Silver DewandLittle Leaf Mist. Two completely different handmade pieces with the same soul, born in moments when there was more silence than words and the yarn…
Leeni does not say much. She simplysits there in the middle of the table– quiet, pale and lacy – waiting for someone to put the kettle on and slow down for a while. Thiscrocheted cotton lace tableclothwas named“Alderleaf Leeni”for a reason. Alder is so common in Estonia that we often fail to notice its beauty.…
Sometimes you start a little project expecting to make a simple shawl. Then you notice the stitches multiplying and the pattern spreading until, in the end, it covers almost half a castle. That is how this shawl was born, growing as though it had decided to live a life of its own. The colours were…
Tablecloths are not simply fabric. They are memories, care and time wrapped around a crochet hook. Every stitch, every pattern tells a story that can only truly be felt and appreciated when hands have made it, eyes have watched it grow and a heart has put a little love into it. I have two special…
And the new owner seems pleased with the shawl. At least I hope so 🙂
I had been thinking for ages about making myself a dress, but I never got as far as the dress, only a skirt. Then it seemed to me that I did not own a single top that would go with the skirt, so naturally I had to make one of those as well. Getting started…
