A rainbow of yarn. Each of these remnant balls has a story. I could tell you what I made, who I made it for, if I bought the yarn or if it was gifted. Where I was when I bought it, or was making the item.
So much of my personal history is tied up in these leftover balls of yarn. There are stories of love, birth and death. Illness, wellness and courage. Funny how something that seems so mundane can hold so much meaning.
That’s why I love making things. We, makers, turn time into tangible objects, fused with meaning and memory, using only our hands and, with knitting, sticks and yarn making loops on loops.