wherein you will find ramblings about fiber dyeing, spinning, knitting,... and photos (sometimes), family and friend updates, rants when i need to, lack of upper case letters, weird punctuation and freedom of expression (especially mine)! To answer the question of where did it come from... this "twisted mom/twisted sandy" thing. ...during the 90's a group of my spinning students became spinning friends, which morphed into Twisted Sisters, which evolved into calling me the Twisted Mom.
"she danced. she sang. she took. she gave, served and loved. she risked and created. she saw, sweated, changed and learned. she laughed. she shed her skin. she bled on the pages of her days. she lived with intention."