The Pink Scarf

Color can set my fingers to flying and my mind to reeling!  Fingers and mind were both fully engaged this morning as I worked in a delirium of excitement to make this scarf for Bethy (Christmas).

It is so hard to explain how color affects me.  I realized, when I was in my 20s, that I hear music in colors (or see colors when I hear music), and decades later found the word for it:  Synesthete.  When I am working in the studio with music playing, I sometimes turn it off so I can lay out my colors for a project.  In the silence, I can "hear" the colors better.  Once I'm satisfied with the lay-out, I can go back to whatever music I was listening to.  Hard to explain.

I got up at four a.m. this morning and thought about the colors I would use for this project, then went into the studio (the short walk in the wet dark was a quick wake-up!) and got started on it.  I listened to the news (NPR) while I worked— occasionally the musical interludes would interfere, but the "mute" button solved that problem.  By half-past eleven I had finished the scarf, and was giddy with the results.  Beads, two dozen differently textured and colored yarns, and the simple single crochet stitch— what a great way to start the morning!

Why isn't it possible to make a living with baizillions of tints and hues of thread and a hook?   Oh, right— the economic bottom line. . .