Greetings, my fellow fiber fashioners.
Long time no yarn. A combo of perfectionism and a thing called Sandy has kept the Count from blogging. But now Count Sockula returns, after a fashion.
With something of a caveman thing.
Count Sockula has been studying The Art of Black-Belt Tightwaddery and Cheapskate-ism. Not to mention De-Clutterfying! Come on, tell me that's not scary.
I've been doing a lof of 'sloshing.' That is to say, moving things from one location to another, and sometimes the result is Temporarily Mess-tacular.
Count Sockula hastily retrieved the abandoned project and studied it. There were already about a dozen rounds executed in Bernat Mosaic yarn (the Psychedelic colorway, which is a rainbow of muted jewel tones).
The nearly-abandoned square was already about a foot in diameter and done in one of my favorite patterns. I call it The Guatemalan Square. There is no reason for the name.
And that's all. Mindless crafty fun. Just keep going until you run out of yarn or get sick of it.
I kept adding in balls and scraps of this and that, trying to harmonize with the dusty-rainbow colors of the original.
It's a lapghan. It's a shawl. Stop! You're both right...
Also a shapghan? A scrapghan... or a scrawl?
A product of black-belt tightwaddism. Warm, soft, drapey. Works up like lightning.
Also a shapghan? A scrapghan... or a scrawl?
A product of black-belt tightwaddism. Warm, soft, drapey. Works up like lightning.
Quick. They don't call it the Q-hook fer nothin.
Coming some day: Superhero Fountain Pens! Until next time. Muahaha.
Coming some day: Superhero Fountain Pens! Until next time. Muahaha.