Friday, February 26, 2016

Dreams and sweaters

I got a message from the boy the other day. He sent a photo to my phone; luminous water, lit from somewhere, with stonework behind. It was a tiny photo, and I squinted at it. "That's pretty," I said. "What is it?" "It's the Trevi Fountain," he said. "I'm in Rome, btw." Morning sunlight dapples this empty room. Thinking of art; of Caravaggio and chiaroscuro and golden towns that dabble down hillsides to the sea. I find some beauty here at home--well, in some flowers from Trader Joe's. They're unscented, but I imagine one.

Finally getting a sleeve, Nenna starts to look like something a person might wear. This yarn, Berroco Vintage DK in "elderberry" is such a pretty antidote to the gray untidiness of late winter.

So is this--here's Antler, sporting the perfect contrast color, a more nuanced cousin to Patons Lemongrass, this is "Witch's Brew", I think from Periwinkle Sheep Yarn--where the heck is the label?--good grief. Well, I'll find it. Anyway, Antler has almost a whole sleeve now, too (man, I hope those arm/shoulders block out, urgh...) and it's a good thing this is near finished, because I have so many other things I want to make. I dreamed another dress last night, and imagined a small brown cardigan to go with it, with 3/4 sleeves and jacquard ribbon facings. A tunic-length vest with fair-isle patterning in heathered purples. Dark brown oil paintings with glowing dabs of turquoise and pink, and sunlight streaming through the window.