Experimenting Again

I've had this oddly colored skein of very chunky chenille thrifted yarn for a while now, and I just didn't know what to make with it. It's super bulky, which is a type of yarn I never use. Honestly, it's not that attractive, either, or I would have worked it into that Valentine's Day wrap I made. So I tossed it in my test yarn box and took it out again last month to see if I could make a medium version of the handled basket I learned to crochet from that video tutorial.

It worked up much nicer-looking in the basket form. It was also easier to crochet the basket using one strand of yarn versus three. I just left off making the handles because I want the basket to be more like a bowl, and used up every inch of the skein, so there was nothing leftover.

I do save all the little bits of scrap yarn leftover from my projects, so the basket works nicely for that.

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Wishing

I submitted book one of my NA series for professional review and consideration, and in return I was praised for the work and provided with excellent feedback. Now I have some changes to contemplate, and decisions to make about the future. I have a couple of different directions to take, which makes the deciding part a challenge. At times like these I wish I had a crystal ball so I could see the outcome of every choice. Wouldn't life be easier if we could do that? Image by Matthias Böckel from Pixabay

Downtown Discovery

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Of Kork

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