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So. That frog pond. The one hiding behind the living room chair. It's mine, and until this very morning it held my biggest shame:
So. That frog pond. The one hiding behind the living room chair. It's mine, and until this very morning it held my biggest shame:
OK, one of them would perhaps not be so bad, but there are like 12. Yep, 12 balls of Pehuen...hand dyed cotton from Araucania Yarns. It was to be a sweet sweater, but alas, twas not to be, and it's been languishing for months and months and months. THE SHAME!
...until my rummagings unearthed it and b.i.n.g.o. I love the yarn, but know I could never make a garment I would be happy with out of it...but a blanket, a blanket would make us both oh so over the moon. Further delving brought out a surprising amount of taggers-along:
...until my rummagings unearthed it and b.i.n.g.o. I love the yarn, but know I could never make a garment I would be happy with out of it...but a blanket, a blanket would make us both oh so over the moon. Further delving brought out a surprising amount of taggers-along:
At least enough to be getting along with, don't you think? It's nothing so glamorous as cashmerino, but I think I can have good fun with this and be happy with the outcome. Bonus that most of it is stuff I would probably never touch again otherwise. I feel so noble! It's a mishmash of superwash, cotton, blends, yada yada. Loads of different textures, so me thinks I shall begin trying a more open ripple to accomodate for that. Running off to peruse Donna Kooler's Encyclopedia of Crochet, think there's something lurking there if I recall...more once I get something swatched up.