A letter to the yarn
Half apology, half promise — written to a fleece I have not yet spun.
by maren holt
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may 8 · 2026
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3 min
Dear fleece,
You were a sheep's coat first. I keep forgetting this. I open the bag and smell lanolin and grass and a faint sweetness that I think is hay, and I want to say thank you and I'm sorry in the same breath.
I will try to be worthy. I will use you for something somebody loves.
— maren holt, for the gallery