You may recall, if you're not new here, the Ruminant Love Box, affectionately known as "The Goat Box" from Christmas, and my open letter...

Hi, friends of Blubird. I've got some news. As some of you are already aware, I write. I always have. Sometimes on purpose, sometimes out...

As a business run by a farm girl turned artist, Blubird is a passionate supporter of local agriculture and female farmers. You all know...

It's the latter half of April, and here in Western New York there are snowflakes falling outside my studio window. Again. It's cold and...

I want to talk for a minute about motherhood. Specifically, motherhood as a maker.  As women trying to juggle motherhood and these...

Wednesday night 7 of us sat down at The Roycroft Inn and made some drop dead beautiful things, at the first #blubirdteaches Fiber Arts...

So, I've been up since 3 am, and as I'm writing this, I'm sitting in the trashed remains of what was once considered a habitable space. ...

“I care for myself. The more solitary, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself.” Charlotte Brontë Yes, yes, I know;...

Let's talk dryer balls. My meat and potatoes. My first foray into felt. My firstborn fiber child, who pays the bills while the little...

After a veritable fever's pitch of intensity, things are winding down here now that the Western New York Fiber Arts Festival has been...

I curated the elements for this piece with a mind towards combining the natural world that we live in (but oftentimes not truly part of it)

I don't think this has really sunk in yet, but Blubird's been invited to participate as a guest artisan at the Kenmore Farmer's Market...