My mother and I visited the yarn shop yesterday.
This cozy little shop is stacked to the ceiling with gorgeous balls of yarn. Some of the skeins are so pretty they’re like art. We walked through, feeling the different textures, talking about colours, and imagining finished projects.
The creative possibilities are endless.
When fall arrives, I get the bug to knit.
The colours and textures of all the different yarns entice me. Patterns are possibilities.
It is creative and meditative, drawing me into the moment. I love the contrasting feel of the soft yarn and the wooden needles in my hands.
Since I can’t sit still without keeping busy, it helps me to be still.
One stitch at a time, the knits and the pearls come together to make something that will keep me cozy in winter.