The Story Behind the Desert Collection

So I did. I flew to Salt Lake City and spent a day relaxing in my friend’s gorgeous and adorable backyard. Reading and writing and making little beaded rings to take a break from my ever present knitting projects.  I said yes to my friends’ generosity and was grateful for a place to warm up and slow down.

I said yes to an afternoon hike with three of my favorite dogs in a heat I felt overbearing and at an altitude I was not yet adjusted to. I said yes to being uncomfortable.

I said yes to going climbing with people far better than I and ended up leaded my first sport climb, a 5.7 who’s name I can’t remember belayed by Mark, a guy I’ll never forget. I said yes to bravery and to trying new things.

I said yes to coffee dates, and tea dates, and lots of avocado toast. I said yes to little indulgences and tried to really enjoy them without guilt based on calories or cost.

I said yes to mountain biking in the mountains with my friend who is a pro. I said yes to facing my fears and maybe making a fool of myself.  

I said yes to spending two days in the desert with dear friends despite how much I despise hot places. I walked down into a slot canyon, climbed up sandstone cracks and screamed when I saw the biggest canyon I’ve ever laid eyes on.  I laughed while playing games with new friends, sipping whiskey and being literally starstruck at the brightest twinkly stars. I learned how to stay cool by hydrating extra and finding respite in shady spots.

I said yes to soaking up the sun sitting in a river and walking through mud that squelched between my toes. I said yes to resting and recovering from activity and self care.