NATURE REMIXED
Right now, I can hear, feel the sounds of the water running in between the beautifully rustic and textured yarn. I can just about picture the sheep baa-ing in the background. As I blink, I’m brought back to my scalloped-edged glass bowl. There’s a slight film that shimmers in the middle of the sink, the gathering of rouge mohair and wool reminding me it has a mind of its own. It will go where it pleases. A harmony whispers. All of the
