Growing up I remember watching my grandmother teaching one of my older cousins how to crochet a corner-to-corner (C2C) baby blanket. The way the crochet hook was able to join loops together to form a fabric was mesmerizing to watch. I couldn’t peel my eyes away from the process and that afternoon, in 2006, a 7-year-old Breann Huber decided she was going to learn how to crochet.

For my birthday that year, turning 8 was a very big deal. I had opened a present of knitting needles and yarn. After opening the gift, all other priorities fell away that day. My mom couldn’t even get me to pause to eat my birthday cake as my grandma sat next to me on the couch and began teaching me how to knit. In a couple of days, I was able to complete basic stitches and I was very proud of myself when I had completed an entire 40 rows (yes I remember that exact number) all by myself without making a mistake. Knitting challenged me a little too much as an 8-year-old, so I asked my grandma to show me how to crochet instead. This was much more of a success! I practiced endless foundation chains and stitches, but still didn’t have the follow-through to complete an actual blanket (the only idea of a project I had in my head at the time).

Soon after, my naive patience wore thin and I simply lost interest in fiber arts. I didn’t pick up the idea of crochet again until I was at college and bored in my freshman dorm room. I randomly remembered that I at one point knew how to knit and crochet. I picked up two pencils from my desk to practice some knitting and wouldn’t you know - I still remembered a bit of what I was doing! The next day I was buying knitting needles, crochet hooks, and the beginning of my yarn stash was born.

Throughout my last years in college and since then, my excitement for trying new stitches and patterns has never ceased. I’m now 26, I obtained my LLC this past January, have participated in four craft shows, and have 3 more upcoming in the next year! (See my Upcoming Events page to find out more).

This journey has taught me to just do the scary things because I realized I was the only one making them scary. For years I’ve told myself that “one day I’ll open a business, one day I’ll sell at craft shows.” It didn’t happen because I was just too scared. Soon enough, I became tired of being scared. So here I am, doing another scary thing, which is typing up my own website with my own domain and with my second attempt at an online shop (because…. Etsy).

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