I dreamt about merino, soft and turquise. About angora, fluffy and pink, and buttery yellow chasmere.
I dreamt about cables, and miles of coppery merino lace weigth.
And the soft, subtle changes in colors, in the the single plies held together in trekking xxl.
I dream, because, my complete lack of cash, makes dreaming the only possible thing with such luxery.
…. yes, and the dream of ebony needles.
