I spent most past evening unravelling a tangled skein of yarn. Anybody with any sense would have tossed it -it was a sample and the cost scarcely represented the time taken in rescue.
Maybe it was my Yorkshire gene, or possibly it was the fact that the skein was cashmere.
Anyway, I now have two balls of green/off white marled stuff to go into the stashbuster Tunisian Crochet blanket – which, I might add, I am thoroughly enjoying despite the fact that it is beginning to throw its weight about. I put some time in on it yesterday evening after realising that there is a hiccough with the KAL cape – an error in the instructions for the second corner is not dealt with in the published errata. I need to put my thinking cap on. I feel heartened though, to be approaching the long straight.
I’m thinking about taking my blogging activity back over to Woolgathering. I miss my own domain, plus I feel that Gill should have the opportunity to be more visible and not be drowned out by my over-extensive witterings. What do you think – would you miss my blether if I kept strictly to business here?