When I’m in New York, I usually try to stop by the Union Square Greenmarket. Last winter I wound up carrying around a pocketful of lavender. This time I discovered Catskill Merino Sheep Farm. These skeins* of worsted merino are truly exquisite. I went online last week to scope out my upcoming order, and their website is just the coolest. (It mixes photos of Saxon Merino lambs with posts about Proust.)
* Can we talk for a moment about how beautiful the word skein is? It rhymes with rain and its sound hovers so close to skin. Which feels like a tie to the future sweaters, scarves, and blankets a skein’s yarn makes.
Even its definition has a lovely sound:
n. 1. a loosely coiled length of yarn
And it turns out skein also has a second meaning:
n. 2. a flock of wildfowl (as geese or ducks) in flight
What a lovely image for skeins to carry.