Memories of Santorini

The ferry had just rounded the cliffs when the first pastel houses of Santorini came into view, their walls kissed with the faintest peach from the setting sun. The sea below shimmered in pale teal, a glassy calm that seemed to hold the horizon in place. With a breeze carrying salt and bougainvillea, the moment slipped into memory—light, fleeting, unforgettable.
Memories of Santorini captures that softness in yarn: the hush of the Aegean, the blush of dusk on stone, a souvenir you can stitch into forever.