Like me! I'm not a smoker or drinker ( although my coffee habit is legendary!) but yarn is my drug of choice. I will wander into a yarn shop ( sadly too few around here ) and become almost paralysed by the choice of colours. I want them ALL, of course, and if I ever won a lottery ( I should really enter ) the first thing I'd do, after giving most of it away to animal sanctuaries, orphanages, my children, grandchildren, the homeless guy who sleeps under the bridge, and buying a snazzy bass guitar for my husband...is open a Yarn Shop and Haberdashery. I would combine this with an all vegan coffee shop, bakery and bookshop with a section for lovely vintage clothing, art supplies and all manner of stationery! Hahahaha...oh look, my mind is wondering again. It happens when you have an empty nest! :D Anyhow...this was my very first start to finish cushion project.
Mostly I could be found sat outside in a sun patch, with our cat Augusta tucked somewhere between my legs and a basket of yarn.
If I recall correctly, I'd intended to crochet 350 little Granny Squares and then stitch them all together into a blanket that would become a much treasured, well-beloved and spoken about Family Heirloom. Instead, I made a cushion which fits perfectly on the seat of our telephone table thingy.
I chose colours randomly and the end result evidenced the successful channelling of my inner " little house on the prairie" look. Who knew! Lesson learned, don't always follow your instincts. :D xxx
You made my day I am feeling blah and you gave me a chuckle here. Thank you.
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