there was a little town in south america.
legend has it (and was recently retold at stitches east) that it was a very little town
so small, in fact, that only one family lived there,
and this family makes yarn.
soft as butter, gliding across the needles yarn.
so, if i’ve got this right, the patriarch of the family takes a trip.
he travels from the little town that is home
to another small town quite far from their home.
once there, he is moved by the multitude of greys
in the rocky coast,
and the weathered shingles.
(he also later told me himself
how the lobster left a very favorable impression.)
with these travel memories fresh in his mind
he returned home and created a brand new colorway for his family’s beautiful yarns.
(the new color has absolutely nothing to do with the lobster.
i just threw that in there because it’s true and it’s fun.)
fast forward to recently
when antonio and i exchanged a few notes
about him sending me a skein or two of his lovely silky merino yarn.
i asked him to surprise me with the color.
and he certainly did.
for when the fiber arrived in the post, all the way
from him in uruguay to me in massachusetts,
& i reached for the label to see its name
imagine my delight when i
found printed there:
‘cape cod gray’.
the house i grew up in and am living in once again
sits barely 45 minutes from this seaside new england town that inspired the colorway,
and as far as i know, (thank you malabrigo) the yarn and i live happily ever after…