Life always listens

Koska ajoittain on määrä avata ovia jotka ovat olleet liian kauan suljettuina tänään neuloin Addin bambupuikoilla. Siis EI pyöröpuikoilla. Normipuikoilla. On jo jonkin aikaa ollut idea löytää liukuvärjättyä puuvillaa / bambua / soijaa / vastaavaa tuotetta. Kun kurvasin hakemaan puikkoja huomasin hyllyssä notkuvan pehmeää, himmeän hohtavaa merseroitua puuvillaa. Noin vain, muina lankoina. Istu ja pala! Malli oli jo päässä valmiina ja selkeästi odotti noiden lankojen materialisoitumista meille kotiin.
Silmukkamerkit ovat itselle, alimmassa kuvassa toiselle neulojattarelle päätyneet.



I think that it´s vital to do something unusual every now and then. Something you usually wouldn´t even think about. To me withdrawing from my circulars would be unheard of. Why the heckity heck would I knit with pointy stuff that are heavier to use than circulars anyways? Because I never do. That´s why. I bought Addi knitting needles in 3,5 mm´s today. Lookie at these darling bamboos!
I also had an image of ( ghasp ) summery knit marinating on my sparse grey cells.
I noticed letting my imagination travel to the scrapping project I have on my circulars. I thought that given I found a lovely yarn with subtle, coolish colored bamboo / soy / cotton / whatnot yarn with colorway that amicably glides from one shade to another, I`m game. And as it should happen... Life listened. She always does. There they were, my skeins, minding their nonchalant bussines, on their shelf, in their obsolete awareness of their colorway that´s cool and sophisticated. There are soft shades that just glide into each other. Pure, soft cotton that just wants to be knitted onto waves that clasp one another.
Then I made some stichbling.




At the beginning, We all had one mother and one father, That's where we're descending from