05/21/2026
The challenge I have never tackled but think about constantly... A dress.
Not a small thing. Not a hat or a sock or even a sweater. A full, sweeping, beautiful, made-by-my-own-hands dress. Look at these. A white lace wedding dream. A rainbow chevron statement. A swirling lace masterpiece. A teal bell-sleeve goddess moment. Every single one of them handmade, extraordinary, and a testament to what fiber arts can do when someone dares to try.
My knitting skills? Genuinely up to it at this point. Nearly 30 years in this craft will do that. I could cable and lace and stripe my way through any construction you put in front of me. My brain, however, keeps running into the same wall.
Because here's the truth that not enough people say out loud: the knitting and crochet world still largely designs for one kind of body. Straight sizes. Standard proportions. The assumption that your torso, your hips, your arms all follow a predictable math that frankly a lot of us simply do not have. And when you add mobility limitations and braces, chronic illness, and a disabled body that has its own very specific relationship with how clothing fits and feels, the pattern options get very thin, very fast.
It shouldn't be this way. Every body deserves to be dressed beautifully. Every body deserves to be the one those gorgeous swirling skirts are made for. I'm not there yet. But I haven't ruled it out.
Because I have seen what handmade can do. I have seen people make magic out of yarn and will. And I believe that if you believe in yourself enough to try, the right yarn and the right stitch and the right moment will meet you there. The dress is still coming. Just you wait.
