Nona’s magic was woven between needles.Plop her in a desert and she’d find twined twigsand before she’d broken a sweat, from the very airfabric would begin to appear. Drop her on a glaciermiles from the nearest Yarn Barn and before you’dheavy-hiked a stitch into your sweaty side, someslack fabric frippery would be forming a snow... Continue Reading →