The Story Behind My First Eyeglass Cord
There came a day when I realised I needed glasses for crocheting. The stitches were getting smaller, the evenings were getting darker, and my eyes were not quite as sharp as they once were. So I made myself an eyeglass cord—simple, practical, and just a little bit pretty. That was the very first one.
Of course, once I’d made one, I couldn’t resist making a few more. I played with colours, tried different textures, and experimented with little details until each cord felt like a tiny piece of wearable joy. My family loved them. In fact, they encouraged me to keep going and to offer them to others who might enjoy something handmade, useful, and a bit special.
As I created more, I noticed something charming: everyone has their own taste. Some people love a clean, solid colour. Others want something bright and cheerful. A few prefer soft, muted tones. And so, without planning it, little collections began to form—each with its own personality.
Which ones speak to you?
I warmly invite you to explore the eyeglass cords in my store. And if you have something particular in mind—your favourite colour, a certain length, or a special style—just write to me. I’m always happy to create a custom piece made especially for you.
Handmade things carry stories. This is how mine began.
The Lavender Cardigan That Started It All
You know how it is: you pop into a shop with something simple in mind, and somehow everything on the rails is almost right — but not quite. I wanted a cardigan. Warm, soft, uncomplicated. Something you could throw on for a walk or curl up in with a cup of tea. And of course, I couldn’t find it anywhere.
So I made my own.
I chose lavender — one of my favourite colours — gentle, calming, and just a little nostalgic. The cardigan itself turned out… well, not perfect. But perfectly me. Warm, cosy, and rather sweet in its own way. The pattern was simple, nothing dramatic, yet for some reason it caused a small stir. People stopped me to ask about the stitches, the shape, the colour. It was the loveliest surprise.
Then came the real challenge.
One of my daughter’s friends asked if I could make her one too — only in pink, and with pockets. It’s one thing to crochet for yourself, when you can measure and adjust as you go. It’s quite another to create something for someone else. Measurements, calculations, reshaping… I’ll be honest, I had to redo a few pieces more than once.
But the moment she tried it on — that sparkle in her eyes — it was worth every stitch. I was later told that the cardigan is now reserved for special occasions and kept in its own little package in the cupboard. I can’t think of a higher compliment.
And that’s the magic of handmade things. They don’t have to be perfect. They just have to be made with care, with intention, and with someone in mind.
I’m always open to new challenges.
If there’s a cardigan you’ve imagined but can’t find in any shop, tell me.
Perhaps we can create it together.
