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Crocheting is turning out to be a good physical therapy for my trigger fingers, so I want to do more this winter. Most of the crochet patterns I have are from individual patterns I've bought on Etsy or from a few books I own. One that I used to make my winter hat was written by a UK author, so I had to convert all the instructions from Brit to Yank. All the new patterns they sell at my local craft store are way too expensive for me. These are the reasons I thrifted this 13 lb. lot of crochet and quilting books.

The buy-it-now price was $34.97, but it had already been up for bid at $39.97 for a week before the reduction, so I decided not to chance losing it to another bidder.

I like that there are a lot of afghan books. I don't own any crocheted afghans that I've made myself, and I'd like to change that.

This looks like it might be a stash that belonged to one maker. Anyway, we'll see what it looks like when it arrives.

Image Credit: all of the images in this post were taken from the auction listing at ShopGoodwill.com.

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