There is something so fantastically retro about the look of all those little crochet stitches appearing on my afghan. I love the word afghan. I love this whole blanket, really, but I'm angsty over the introduction of a stripe of bright yellow in an otherwise muted palette - I wonder if we're progressing from 'scrap blanket' to 'garish striped blanket' rather faster than I had anticipated. Also, if you have enough of a scrap of yarn to do multiple stripes, then as everyone knows you can't 'pool' all of that colour at one end, so you STILL have little balls of scrap yarn hanging about your life as you wait to progress to a decent distance away from the first stripe, and this means the acquisition of more yarn which initially makes you seem to be moving backwards in your progress. The only way out is through, and whatever you do, don't stop!
I'm off in a few minutes to a friend's house; she's going to teach me how to overcome my fear of lye and make soap. I will not be blinded and burned, I'm assuring myself, since she has done this many times and makes all of her own soaps. Deep breath.
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