We’ve spent our summer vacation in 2015 at an old mill - a beautiful, wondrous place, filled with all kinds of animals, flowers and adventures for the kids to discover. So while they were busy revealing secrets, playing in the barn and roasting marshmallows at the campfire, I had a lot of time to sit and knit. It was easy to feel like the miller’s daughter - sitting in the shadows under trees in bloom, watching the cats, listening to the repetitive sound of the mill-wheel and letting the knitting needles do their magic. So when I was all done with my work, when all stitches were bound off and the shawl was ready to take its first bath, it was perfectly clear to me that only one name would be the right one: The Miller’s Daughter.