Ariadne’s Clew chronicles one woman’s obsession with women in the ancient world and fiber arts.

Since I do not intend to have yet another paid blog, I cannot post videos here, so I made a YouTube channel for anyone interested in watching me do things. It seems to be…

The first Gulf Coast Native white fleece I scoured last year was super dirty. There was (and still is) plenty of vegetative matter, but the tips were matted like very gross shag carpet before…

Some friends recently offered to buy yarn from me. Of course, I immediately panicked because my yarn sucks and also WTF have I been doing since last August when I got an awesome new…

Ody (O-dee) and Pene (Penny)—that was my introduction to one of the greatest classics of Western civilization, one of a few keys left to a literal prehistoric culture that gave rise to the ancient…

What did I do over Labor Day weekend? I labored. I worked for pay on Saturday. And then the next two days, I scoured two fleeces and uprooted (with much assistance from my husband)…

It’s the height of hurricane season here. Andrew 33 years ago. Katrina 20 years ago. Ida 4 years ago. The heat is still here in force this year, but we’ve been spared our standard…

That fleece auction created a monster. First, I was obsessed with getting a raw fleece as a novelty, then I won the auction, got the fleece, and went through the process of scouring it…

While visiting the Whispering Pines Farm website to purchase my new Aura spinning wheel (see previous post), I stumbled upon the farm’s 2025 fleece auction. By the time the auction ended on August 3,…

The Moirai, aka the Parcae, or, in English, the Fates, compelled me to get a new spinning wheel. Even before I tried to start spinning on my recently unmothballed Ladybug and figured out that…