I had the most vivid dream in ages last night. So vivid, that I still remember it, at the end of a long, and tiring day. I dreamed of yarn. I went to visit a yarn company (name not to be mentioned because this is only a dream about that yarn company), and found to my utmost joy that they had released a range of new yarn… including self-striping sock yarn and gorgeous hanks of angora/wool blends in the most luscious colours.
I’ve never felt texture so vividly in a dream… the self-striping yarn was BFL, and came in many colours. One ball had bold, vibrant greens and purples; another ball had deep pinks and blues. There was yellow and green; orange and purple… loud statements of striping colour that looked and felt oh so real. I held the balls in the my hands, unwound a length of yarn, admired the feel and look, and put at least two into my basket to go home and knit into socks!
Then I held in my hands large and generous hanks of angora/wool; woolly crispness blended with soft angora which imparted a halo to soft, muted shades of hand-dyed yarn. Colours that complemented and blended into each other, like a Monet painting – peach and yellow and green; lavender and blues and cream.
It was extremely disappointing to wake up and find it was nothing but a dream. :-(