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Creative August Week Four

To begin my fourth week for Creative August I grabbed some thifted vintage white yarn to complete a crochet basket I began at the end of week three.

I found a yo-yo maker I've never used, and hauled out the scrap bin to change that. By the way, making yo-yos is a wonderful way to use up scraps.

Unable to handsew, I got out more thrifted yarn to crochet another basket as physical therapy for another bad arthritis flare-up.

I decided on the perfect way to use four of the seven vintage patchwork blocks I found at a junk shop.

The other three blocks came together for a stitch practice piece.

So far in August I've worked on 29 different projects, only three of which I haven't finished (all embroidery, which has to wait until my hand improves.) Since I have four more days in the month I'll likely work on a couple more things. Stop by the blog on September 1st to see all of them.

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