Our Story — Sweet Somerby

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I suppose my own journey into the world of sewing and knitting started before I was born, coursing through my veins, it’s presence there before I knew it’s potential. My paternal grandmother knit while waiting out the Blitz in London. My maternal grandmother was sewing her own clothes for warmth and utility through the Great Depression. As a child, the hum of my mother’s sewing machine, a handwork lullaby sounding stitch after stitch, was an ode to the freedom of creativity. Like a stitched garment, the skills and stories of my grandmothers and mother are woven into my entire being. I took up the passion for handwork when my children were babies, creating matching jumpers for every occasion. I often sew with children draped over me or asking for materials to enliven their own creations.

I enjoy making clothes that I can feel incredible in, but that are also incredibly useful to me at home on our farm. It’s not only about the product, but the process. Making yourself something is an act of self care that transcends ones physical boundaries. It ignites a spark in others and inspires creativity and love, No matter the motivation.

In an effort to slow down and simplify our increasingly busy life, my husband and i moved our young family to the Berkshires of Western Massachusetts and began creating our own little homestead. Naturally, the first animals we welcomed were sheep. We now stay very busy managing biodynamic gardens, orchards, flower meadows, berry patches, bee hives, too many farm animals and a rather hectic household with four children who inspire me more than they will ever know.

Sweet Somerby was born out of a desire to share our farm yarn as well as my favorite fabrics and patterns with the greater community of makers. WHen i was a young girl, my father would beguile me with stories of his youth in old somerby, England, and summers spent running through pastures and fields to the tune of ringing village church bells and farmers gently moving nearby herds. It sounded like the sweetest place on earth.