I did not expect a ball of yarn to take me back to Capri.

When the parcel arrived from Wool Warehouse, I opened it thinking only of a sale purchase and a practical crochet project. But the moment I saw that deep magenta cotton, something shifted. It was not just pink. It was not quite purple. It had the same bold, sunlit colour as bougainvillea spilling over white walls in Italy.

And suddenly I was walking through Capri again with Omar and Nissa.

I remembered the warmth, the narrow streets, the white buildings, the blue sea appearing between corners, and those flowers climbing everywhere as if they owned the island. There was a happiness in that memory, the kind that becomes even more precious later because you cannot step back into it exactly as it was. You can only catch it through colour, light, and feeling.

That is what this crochet top became for me.

The shape grew into something more dramatic than I first imagined. The back opened into a soft V, held together by small joining points. The sleeves became airy and net-like, finishing in bell-shaped cuffs made from hexagon motifs. The cotton gave the piece weight, but the open spaces kept it light. It felt like a garment made for movement, for warm evenings, for a memory that still feels alive.

Looking back now, I think the colour led the whole design. It carried the confidence of bougainvillea: bright, unapologetic, climbing, blooming, refusing to disappear into the background. This top is not only about Capri. It is about how travel stays inside us quietly, then returns through the hands when we make something.