Wool Goddess

Welcome to a new series on my blog! Each month, I’ll be sharing my latest yarn haul; but with a twist. This isn’t just about showing off new yarn; it’s part of my journey to embrace a more intentional, minimalist lifestyle. Cutting back on my yarn addiction feels like a big step in my personal “spend less, live minimal” mission.

Yes, you read that right. I’m on a mission to cut back on yarn.

I’ve definitely been my own worst enabler. My go-to mantra has always been, “Vanesa, you don’t drink, you don’t smoke… so why not buy yourself a little yarn treat?” And, when that line doesn’t do the trick, my “girl math” justifies it as “Well, it’s cheaper than a latte at Costa, so go for it!”

But I’m starting to realise that my yarn habit may be more than just a harmless hobby. There’s a dopamine rush that comes with every purchase, a momentary satisfaction that keeps pulling me back for more. I’ve noticed that this habit is part of a broader pattern: searching outside myself for validation and comfort instead of tuning into what I truly need.

In recent months, I’ve felt the need to reconnect with myself and break the cycle of seeking happiness through external things. I’ve recognised how this desire for validation has led me to buy things I don’t really need. Maybe the days of lockdown sparked this habit of stockpiling, but somewhere along the way, my craft turned into a way to fill a deeper void.

So here I am, taking it one yarn beautiful squish skein at a time; becoming more mindful of my purchases, only bringing home the yarn that truly speaks to me, and working with what I already have. I’m excited to share these monthly hauls with you as part of my journey toward crafting with intention and living with a little less.

Rediscovering what I already have.

Maybe the real happy ending is falling in love with the simplest parts of life and not the dopamine rushes.

It’s savouring that first sip of coffee in the morning. These moments, the ones that seem so ordinary, hold a kind of magic that fills the cracks we sometimes forget are there.

And maybe, just maybe, it’s finding a piece of joy in small things we often take for granted. Like the laughter that comes out of nowhere or the comfort of a cosy night at home, wrapped up in a crochet blanket, watching a show you’ve seen a hundred times but still brings a smile to your face.

It’s these little things that pull us back to life, that remind us of just how blessed we are, not because everything is perfect but because we find beauty in what we already have.

I no longer need the constant dopamine rush of external validation.

I am enough.

Hope your day is magical and you notice the small precious moments.

Love & healing hugs