Somewhere between this life and the next lies the river Styx, a boundary delineating the land of the living from the realm of the dead. I may not know what lies beyond its waters or how many coins the boatman requires as payment for safe passage in the age of inflation; what I do know is that sitting on its calm banks brings a peace unlike any other, elusive and comforting, fleeting and cherished.

The name Stygian comes with many meanings to me, from my call to the dark and gloomy to my love of Greek mythology to my veneration of crossroads and liminal spaces. In a more mundane sense, my deceased father loved the band Styx, a connection not lost in a world full of synchronicities. I invite you to come sail away with me as I embark on my fiber art journey.

Crochet artists live in their stitches, pouring their heart and soul into each loop, hooking intentions into every crochet. I first learned to crochet from my grandmothers, a now cherished memory I did not fully appreciate when making it. I still have blankets from them stashed away with other treasured memories. Now, I connect with my ancestors each time I pick up a hook, honoring their contributions to my craft and building upon the foundation they so graciously started.

Welcome to the home of my creative crochet endeavors, where every day I’m honing my craft in honor of those who came before me, allowing the creative energies to flow, and manifesting positive intentions with each hooked stitch.

🌛🌕🌜Merry Meet & Blessed Be🌛🌕🌜