snapdragon seafarer
Retrospectively REWRITTEN DUE TO TECHNICAL Difficulties in 2026... She* asked me for a blanket in "Missoni Style" (it's what she calls my work; it's what my crochet work reminds her of) in “the colours of the sea,” because "she feels calm looking at those colours". I understood this as the meaning of the nervous system regulating sea properties, the one that whooshes in long exhalations and pulls you back into yourself. The sea that steadies your breath without asking anything in return. The sea that she and I both know as adults, we know, and we seek when in need. The sea, which my nanny, for all her wisdom and care, never had…