I admired some yarn from a small farm at Stitches West a few years ago, didn’t buy any, but told my friend Karin about it. Who saw it at Stitches East later that year, bought a half pound, and surprised me with it. Wow.
But it sat there, obstinately refusing to tell me just what it wanted to be when it grew up. Sometimes a yarn will suddenly declare exactly what it has to be; this one, it didn’t seem to be forthcoming.
Till I recently asked my friend Terry, to whom I owe much, her favorite color. “Periwinkle. Wait. What are you up to!…”
Karin recently closed her yarn store, The Periwinkle Sheep, so that she would have more time to relax with her knitting. I had periwinkle dye–and hey! So Karin’s white yarn became what it had been waiting to be all along: a bridge between three people who’ve never met in person, two of whom only came to hear of each other because of the ways they’ve been kind to me.
Every act of generosity touches more people than the original ones involved. So seldom do we get to know… What a treat to be able to introduce those two good people.