Head in the Clouds

Some days you just drift. The to-do list blurs, the needles click on autopilot, and your brain floats somewhere between a half-formed daydream and the soft static of a sky about to rain. Head in the Clouds lives in that exact headspace.

Soft periwinkle and cornflower blue swirl into blush pink and barely-there white, shifting across the skein like cloud shadows moving over a warm afternoon. It's dreamy without being saccharine, airy without being washed out. The kind of colorway you stare at a little too long before you can bring yourself to cast on.

Go ahead. Zone out. You were going to anyway.