I've been partying with my new Yarn this morning, enjoying my own delicious, private little Wool Fest. Snaffling it all up, you know, cuddling it and stroking it and sniffing it to my hearts content. Just like I do with my flowers, when I get new yarn I instinctively find I don't want to put it down. So I carry it around with me for a bit, immerse myself in all that yarny goodness. It's very good for the soul to really appreciate things in this way I find.
Ahh I can't tell you how good it is to have a bulging Bag again, haha, it was looking a bit flat with it's depleted contents.
And I have to say I am hugely excited to be back working with Big Blankie again too, on the final jaunt to Blankety Bliss. After having very mixed feelings about this project for quite a time (that pesky white yarn has a lot to answer for), it's come as a huge relief to find my excitement for it come flooding back.
Satisfying isn't it, admiring ones Piles when they look like this?
So very much prettier than the other Piles in residence at number twenty four.
I couldn't wait to get started again today, it suddenly seemed to be quite a while since I sat and crocheted anything.
And I've missed it.
I have a feeling that working the final two rounds on these blocks and beginning to join them as I go is going to give me some serious Thrills.
I can just tell.