I’ve had a wood burner for over a year now, and yet I have somehow managed to not burn any wood. So I searched around for a suitable branch, whittled and sanded it down, and burned magic spells into it.
I had a lot of fun, and when I was done my hands had a delicious woodsmoke smell.
I have said before that knitting is magic. When I said that I meant it in a figurative way. But I have found a yarn that is literally magic. It changes colours! You really have to see it to believe it, but the yarn starts off white, and when you put it in the sun it changes to blue, pink, or purple, depending on which skein you buy. It has to do with UV rays (I always knew those weren’t all bad).
Abracadabra!: 35% Superwash wool, 50% Polypropylene (apparently this is the magic part), 15% Nylon
I think I may be in love.
Sometimes when I knit I think about the yarn and how every single inch of it flows through my hands. I touch every bit of it. It’s not just that I feel every inch of the finished product, it’s that I see and touch all of it before it is a thing. I touch the inside. I touch the outside. I handle the inside of the fabric that no one else will ever even think of, let alone try to feel. We could even take it a step further. If you herd your own sheep, you get to shear them. You can wash and card and prepare the wool for spinning. You can spin the wool yourself to make yarn that you can then knit with.
Knitting is magic. It kind of blows my mind every time I think of it.
Dramatic Lyric 