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Another type of yarn that has always intrigued me is super bulky chenille, one of the kinds creatives use to arm-knit and arm crochet. Insead of needles or a hook you use your hand and fingers. Last month I collected these four skins from my thrifted lots to give it a try (the rose chenille turned out to be smaller than the others, so I put that one back.)

It's not difficult, as long as you go slowly and try to keep your stitches uniform. I thought the hardest part was dealing with the bulk and the weight of the piece, which increases rapidly.

The three skeins I used made this finished piece -- not bad for my first try.

It makes a nice pad for my sewing room chair. :)

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