When i first saw this yarn, it made me euphoric. there are few things i love more than yellow. I wish i could explain where this love affair came from, but i can’t, so i just accept that yellow and me are a match made in heaven and go on with my life. The pairings of the muted tones with the pops of color reminded me of nature, as cliche as that sounds.

My favorite things in nature are those joyously colorful things that live amongst all the other regular nature colors. The bright pops of color you see in fish in coral reefs, or the deep, saturated colors of sea anemones or the almost luminous, gem like tones of some birds. These little things are always a source of happiness for me.

Around the same time as i received the yarn for this design, i also started listening to icelandic singer Jonsi’s album “Go”, and the second song on the album, which shares it’s name with this pattern, filled me with such joy and inspiration, it was instantly ready to pick up my needles and yarn. The song reminded me of summer nights as it cools off and the barbecue or picnic winds down. It reminded me of catching fireflies with my brothers and sisters, or rolling down a tall hill so fast you don’t even know what direction you’re headed in.

Essentially, this song and this yarn, together, filled me with the same euphoria that i feel on a beautiful day. The stitch pattern on the sock is meant to be reminiscent of meandering rivulets of water making their way to the ocean, whether they’re the size of rivers or merely a trickle. But they’re also meant to be reminiscent of the meandering lines you’d make running between trees as fast as you could, or through a field of flowers, or even a corn field.

Standing on the beach, looking at the ocean, I always feel a swell of emotion. Sometimes it’s a hearty laugh waiting to bubble up, other times it’s tears at my own smallness in the face of this massive body of water. I grew up visiting my grandparents in northern california, who’s beaches are very similar to Oregon’s. When i got to visit my first oregon beach, it was like returning to this simpler time of childhood memory.

I can’t help but remember that i’m standing on the edge of a continent when i stand on the beach. The smallness of myself in comparison to all those drops of water is always strangely comforting. It makes me remember that, no matter what i’m going through or dealing with, the world always keeps revolving. The tide will always come in and go out, and that, as the saying goes, “This, too, shall pass”.*