In a sunlit courtyard, I heard laughter like bells—light, airy, and impossibly sweet. A group of girls twirled with ribbons the color of blush roses and powdered sugar, their joy catching in the air like petals on the breeze. Later, at the dye pots, I tried to capture that sound in color: the soft blush on ivory, the innocence of delight, the gentleness of joy. Thus was born Tickled Pink—a skein made of smiles, ready to be knit into happiness.