I'm Still Here. . .

It's me, wearing my favorite shawl knit using cashmere and wool yarn my Faithful Sherpa gave me for Christmas one year.

​Gathering inspiration from Mother Nature, I'm still here. . .

We stopped at a Foster Freeze on the way down to Marin County. As My Faithful Sherpa went to pick up our order, Gods Light shown throughout the sky.

​My town may not be but, I'm still here...

It's heart breaking to see the road sign at the corner of Hwy 89/70 showing you the way to beautiful historic Greenville. The signs and all of downtown Greenville are now gone.

​Knitting with the yarn I have left, I'm still here. . .

Beautiful hand dyed wool yarn from a variety of dyers found at Etsy. It may not seem like a lot but it's enough to create a couple of linen stitch wraps.

​Living in a smaller home but, I'm still here. . .

Our little vintage trailer is now our home for a while. We're living in a storage parking lot but we're together, healthy and grateful we are here.

​Thankful we're surrounded by family, I'm still here. . .

My mom and sisters and I went shopping for clothes

My Faithful Sherpa and our nephew Nigel with my mother-in-law squished in between. Nigel and his wife, Amanda and their new son Curtis, came by for a visit.

​And grateful to find love in the most unexpected places. 

The first night we were evacuated we stayed at Mill Creek Resort at the base of Mt. Lassen. We were chatting with the couple in the trailer next to us about the Dixie Fire when I noticed that Zuzu had an empty box in her mouth. "It's ok if she has that" they said. When I went to pick up the remaining pieces after Zuzu tore it up a heart appeared.

​The Dixie Fire may have taken our town, my office and our home, but it hasn't taken away our love, our community and my love of fiber. 

​I'm still here.