I have had this yarn for about three years and tried to make something complicated from Nancy Bush's Knitting on the Road with it before I learned that busy hand painted yarns can look like a present left on the carpet by the cat if the pattern isn't properly selected. Burdened with this unpalatable image this yarn has lain forgotten. With no time to prevaricate I grabbed the ball and a set of needles and ran for the train.
As we chugged along on a grim, grey morning through the less than inspiring regeneration of the London Docklands my mind mercifully wandered back to my recent visit to Umbria and the beautiful relationship between light and colour and shape in some of the things I had seen there. Looking at the yarn in my hands as I completed a basic ribbing I was reminded of the views out across rooftops in the various medieval hill towns that I had visited and the way that even repeatedly repaired buildings were beautiful because of rather than despite their longevity and changes of use.
It occurred to me that if I used a simple waffle rib I could recreate something of the effect of the Umbrian rooftop views and bring just a little bit of the late summer warmth of Italy into my dreary early morning commute.