Some days, especially now that I’m knitting a giant taupe blanket that seems to reach out forever--not that I’m complaining, because I adore me an endless and simple project--some days, I just take a big breath and yell, “Give me some color! Now!!!”
For times like these, I keep a medicinal stash of cotton yarn nearby, so I can crochet a dishcloth at a moment’s notice. You know, stat. As soon as the hot pink and chartreuse combo hits my bloodstream, I just feel goooood. You all know what I mean.
Yeah, that’s the good stuff. I’m laughing a little at the extreme photo angles here, which we all know is the result of a feeble attempt to disguise the fact that the dishcloths are staged on a footstool in the living room. Which is where the light was! It was just dingy in the kitchen, what can I say. How about this one:
Haha! No, don’t look at the rug, I haven’t vacuumed yet! *crop*
I don’t even know how this one happened. I must have been clinging to the wall by the suction cups in my feet like Spider-man. Well, they’re colorful and useful, and in these pre-Thanksgiving days of prep and frenzied cleaning, that’s all that matters right now. Whoops, you can see the rug in this one. Sorry about that.
