Scrumptious chalky pink super-soft 80% cotton and 20% alpaca Louisa Harding Colline yarn – you are so like a beautiful bundle of marshmallows in your skeins, what might become of you?
You look very pretty with Noro Shiro wool, cashmere and silk … and yet, no.
AFTER:
You can stand alone.
You can be an Ancestors Apron and Ancestors Bodice, all drapey and textured and for a dearheart in the United States, like wearing marshmallow.
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes. Ah. The cooling wind makes the machair flowers dance in pretty pinks and bright yellow. Bumble bees buzz the red clover. Moths visit at night, painted ladies flutter from flower to flower drinking nectar their butterfly wings move like Geisha fans.
When you grow up in the Hebrides among your tough Harris Tweed-clad menfolk and the smell of wet tweed and feel of rough wool is as familiar to you as your own skin you have permission to mess with it. The ancient coming together of our island sheep wool in woven and knitted form is …
All is on the wane here; the long grass falls dry and soft yellow, sunlight is dimmed in the morning, the wind is colder. At the same time the bramble berries are bursting with plump ripeness and the Rowan berries shine red in the twilight as crows squawk in delight at them. We fall into …
Metamorphosis: Marshmallow Ancestors Apron & Ancestors Bodice
BEFORE:
Scrumptious chalky pink super-soft 80% cotton and 20% alpaca Louisa Harding Colline yarn – you are so like a beautiful bundle of marshmallows in your skeins, what might become of you?
You look very pretty with Noro Shiro wool, cashmere and silk … and yet, no.
AFTER:
You can stand alone.
You can be an Ancestors Apron and Ancestors Bodice, all drapey and textured and for a dearheart in the United States, like wearing marshmallow.
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