I have a deep and probably unhealthy love for my ripple. My husband and I have a cabin in West Virginia, which is where I keep most of my scrap yarn. I wasn't expecting much when I opened the bin, but oh boy have I found the mother lode. It's a full-to-bursting bin of fun colors. Woo-hoo!
The ripple now goes about a third of the way up my queen-size bed.