They’re working hands, battered and worn, there are scars on most of the digits and a callous on my right palm. My nails, whilst long for me, are so soft you can bend all of them bar my thumb ones, back, without it hurting. The skin, is always dry, no matter how much hand cream I apply and it curls up and dies, from contact dermatitis if I touch certain liquids. They’re a little tanned at the moment from the Summer sun, with freckles that have joined up to form larger freckles. These will become the age spots, I hope fascinate my grandchildren one day.
Talking with Siún Carden several months ago about her proposed design, I was thrilled at the prospect of a project that could be knitted with handspun yarn. With our emails travelling backwards and forwards, we quickly agreed on the design and Siún, whose a spinner herself, decided to produce the yarn as well.
Confessions of a Fibre Strumpet 