I just came into the living room and see Wilden Woolley has pulled a knitting bag off the wall of art, and he’s waiting very patiently for me to work on it.
Oh how pretty! I wonder what’s inside…
Oh, wow, I remember this! I bought it in Ireland. It’s a wonderful mossy green that reminds me of our fields over there in the spring after it rains and everythings all mushy & soggy & mossy. Now, what was I going to make?
Ah yes, a feather & fan type afghan (now politically correct to call it a ‘throw’). It was going to be for my friend Patti who has a lake house up here and she has a lodge thing going on in her living room. It’d be perfect for her. Let’s see how far I got:
oh. very tiny oh. not very far (hanging my head in shame). About 4″ worth. I wonder why I got sidetracked; it was such lovely yarn with little bits of stuff in it. It must want to be something else instead of a throw. Sorry Wilden, but you’re not getting this done up for you tonight. You’ll have to settle for the chenille throw instead. Besides, the dark brown chenille shows off all your loose dog hairs so well…
