The yarn bought on aforementioned jaunt (to Holmfirth, by the way, which is lovely and most deserving of a jaunt) gathered dust in its paper bag for approximately a day before I totally lost interest in what I had been doing (Giant Granny blanket, if you’re interested) and began to stroke it lovingly and mould it into what it will become: Baby Granny blanket. Obviously I suffer from a severe lack of imagination when it comes to naming my projects.
I like to think I was going for some kind of seascape feel with my colours, but really I just grabbed the ones that I thought were the prettiest.
I’d also like to say that I carefully planned the placement of each colour, but really I just started and hoped for the best. I think it’s working so far.
My main problem this evening is that I have spent so long stroking my square, and smelling it, and taking pictures of it, and blogging about it, that I haven’t actually added to it. And I had a couple of free hours. Tut.
In my defence, I have been simultaneously making cupcakes. Commisioned cupcakes, no less. More about that later.