Today Mum and I visited a local knit-shoppe. It was lovely, all the yarns stacked in there. Mohair. Cotton. Wool. Cashmere. Alpaca. Angora.
I was in heaven. So many colours and choices. How could I decide without bankrupting myself?
Well, by limiting myself before I went in on what I was looking for. So I came out with two lovely hanks of cotton for dishclothes. One is a pale ivory, the other a variated blue.
And so, for the first time ever, I got to wind a hank. And Mum was my "suitor-knitter". (She did much better than I would have if I'd used the "single lady" method of my feet...)
Now to start on my new pattern...
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