We binge-watched Daredevil this week. And it was awesome if you like the rather dark Marvel character.
The thing that makes him special is that when he lost his eyes to the chemical spill after saving that person's life; he gained super sensitive senses. He can taste the air and tell you what you had for lunch and tell if you are lying by the sound of your heartbeat. Everything is heightened for him and more then three-dimensional.
That is how I feel about yarn. I wanted that yarn above, the masala Knitpicks Gloss because I loved the warm spicy feel to it. It looked like something you would find in a vat overflowing in Morocco. You would see the color long before the aroma of the spice hit you and by the time you reached it you would be awash in color and taste. You would be thinking about the dishes you could make with this spice and how alive they would be when they hit your tongue.
This yarn is merino wool and silk. Your eyes delight in the color and then your fingers feel caressed by the silk as you knit. There is such joy in pairing a yarn with a sensory experience like silk. Silk stitches feel delicious when you knit them. They dance over the needles.
Most times I am drawn by the color to a yarn. Sometimes it is that it sparkles or that it is a certain type but usually it is the color. Yarn colors call to them as you need them. I believe sometimes we go for a long haul of buying the same color until the need for that color passes.
I love pink. I just do. And this pink is bright and cheery. One day it will be a shawl. But now I can look at the pink and smile. That has not changed in all these years. Pink remains for me a memory of home and cherry blossoms in the spring, of valentines and love that lasts forever and of the sun kissing the sky in the morning. To me the memories that are woven as I knit with the pink are as beautiful as the color itself.
This is a look into one of my drawers of many types of yarn. They are sorted more or less by color so you can see how much I love reds, purples and pinks. I adore sparkles...they are just magical. All of these yarns are waiting to become something bigger then themselves. I love to just look at them and open up their bags and feel them.
That is really all I have time for right now. But the knitting waits like a flower bed that sits outside one's window in anticipation of someone looking out and noticing how beautiful it is.
I have been working on connecting my flowers all week between taxes and other stuff. I hope to have them all joined for next week.
I hope you have been enjoying the beautiful weather.