About Us

“Remember what attics are sometimes for — not just the storing away of our “too much stuff” or the collecting of dust and spiders or their webbings… Attics can also hold space for keepsake lifelong mementos, weathered journals, and pieces of ancient cloth with their time-traveling smells and textures. And some attics might be for standing tall trophies of our various championed sport or folly, or for tucking us away as kids at play in a game of hide-and-seek. Attics can be a place of magic and slumber with our current best pals – for knitting our wondering imaginations together.

Please remember this: attics can be a weaving place for dreaming space – where hovering in its care await unique-to-us memories to be cherished, maybe shared;  a place we can go to simply sit and allow ourselves time to float amongst our remembered stones or the stones of our ancestors – some if only imagined, some so very real even with an embellishment or two of timely hormonal youth, or circumstantial emotion.

Attics can be a place to remember the music of life – of the people we’ve loved along our way, of the people who have loved us any way; a place we remember how to love and love some more….

May The Attic be this for you — a place of celebrations remembered or for creating celebrations more.”

— a patron