*Carrick Fin Donegal Ireland Cardigan Hand Knit PureWool Fisherman Sweater XL

In the trembling light of a wet Galway morning, I shrugged this cardigan onto my shoulders—cream and coarse and carved in the old tongue of wool and salt. A Carrick Fin, hand wrought by women with wind in their hair, stitching cables and lattices like maps of tides and confessions. The honeycomb for labor and luck, the diamond for wealth from the land, the cable for strength at sea—each one a prayer passed through wool. It holds the smell of lanolin and hearth ash and things unsaid. I’d bought it years back from a small shop just off Shop Street—no signage, just the murmur of looms and the ghost of peat smoke. There’s a heaviness to it, not burdened, but rooted. In the pockets, I once found a sea-wrinkled note and a smooth stone from Connemara. When I wear it, I hear the bell from St. Nicholas’ steeple, the call of gulls, the hush before Mass. A holy garment, this one—woven with the gospel of the Atlantic, a memory in every stitch. #irishwool #aranfisherman #carrickfin #handknitcardigan #joycecore #storywovenstyle #donegalheritage #textilepoetry #aranstitchmeanings