This beginning note is a testament to a lovely English lady. She taught me to knit booties for my dolls when I was seven and then scarves and mittens. The love of needles, thread, yarn, and fabric simply infused me. Clara Avery was my grandmother. The reason I have textile art in my soul is all because of her. I will be forever grateful and indebted to her passion for the gentle art of using one’s hands.
Like so many others, I cannot pass up a shimmering skein of floss, the smell and feel of a new bolt of fabric, the blissfully soft touch of furry angora yarn.
Averyclaire 