A far and secret place there is,
where stands a grand estate.
With hawk and hound, wall around
and mighty iron gate.
The hawk will look your land about,
the hound will fetch you game.
The gate will bar ill fortune out,
and I will do the same.
- A wise old friend
We make with family, sometimes with friends, some from beginnings that have no end. From anxious worry to joyful bliss, we make things we love - it can be found in every stitch.
