Something about spring makes me (Kirstin) restless for the tropics. You’d think winter, with its grey days and snow, would drive me to think of warm sand and sun, but I usually hibernate right through the worst of it. Spring rolls around, with just a hint of better weather, and I suddenly wake up only to discover I’m still living in a semi-arid, land-locked state in the center of a continent. It surprises me every year.
Last night, I pulled out this blue roving I’d been saving for an inspired moment, and marled it with Tuscany’s roving. I also spun a single with just Tuscany’s cream colored roving. The combination was meant to evoke soft, fine-grained sand and the multiplicity of blues in the tropical oceans.
I haven’t had a chance to ply them together yet; I was moving slowly last night. A quick preview shows that I certainly wasn’t being very consistent with the weight of the yarn. Strangely, I don’t much care, perhaps because hard edges and straight lines are the exception in natural landscapes. I’ve somewhat wistfully named the yarn “Seascape”.