When I began dyeing this first collection, I started with hope.
I knew I wanted yarn that felt like stepping into a soft autumn morning — the kettle steaming, a shawl pulled around your shoulders, the quiet kind where God feels very near. I wanted colors that carried warmth, stillness, and the type of joy that doesn’t shout, but shimmers.
And so the first four hues of Autumn Bloom came into the world — not as products, but as moments.
Each one arrives with a whisper of story:
Deepwater Hymn
A deep, river-blue layered with quiet beneath.
This color began in stillness — in the hush before prayer, in the slow breath of resting places.
It carries the sound of water at evening: steady, sure, familiar.
A reminder that peace doesn’t always come quickly — sometimes it is something we return to, again and again, like a hymn we never quite forget.
For the makers who move gently. For the hearts in restoration.
Thistlewood Ember
A dusky violet warmed by the faintest copper glow.
This one came from remembering small warmth — the flicker of a candle, hands wrapped around a mug, a conversation spoken low.
It is the soft fire of presence.
The warmth that grows slow and steady, not all at once.
For the ones who tend light — in themselves and others.
Hearthpetal Bloom
A playful rosy berry— bright, soft, unafraid.
Joy doesn’t have to be loud to be real.
Sometimes it’s simply a laugh in a warm kitchen, the first leaf that turns gold, the feeling of finally coming home to yourself again.
This color carries that returning — the warmth that rises after the cold.
For the hearts learning how to glow again.
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Larkspur Whisper
A gentle lavender-blush with morning in its tone.
The quiet after laughter.
The soft breath of peace settling in a room.
This color is renewal — not the loud beginning, but the tender one.
A color for hope that doesn’t insist, but invites.
For the ones stepping into light, gently.
A Story Held in Your Hands
These colors aren’t merely dyed — they are discerned.
Listened for.
Layered the way memories layer — slowly, with care.
And when you knit, crochet, weave, or simply tuck the skein gently into your basket, the story continues with you.
You are the next chapter.
Which of these four speaks to you most?
And — if you feel comfortable sharing — why?
Your answer might be the beginning of your own color story. 🌿✨
I’d love to hear it in the comments.
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