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Weirdly I don't have a lot of scrap yarn, as I always try to use up every bit of the skeins I pull for my projects. So I invested in a nice box of scrap yarn to work on some experiments, and got a lovely selection from the seller.

I'm trying to write some of my own crochet patterns, and came up with two versions of a cup sleeve (the white is scrap yarn from my last crochet throw.)

The next night I tried a few more ideas. The scrunchies and the coaster are my patterns; the hanging basket is a scaled-down variation on Jayda in Stitches' big beautiful basket.

It took me five days in all to use up every scrap of yarn, but I did -- and the final tally was two small baskets, a ponytail tie, three hair scrunchies, a braided keychain, an embroidered book cover, a coaster, a trinket dish, a bookmark, two cup sleeves and about a yard of ribbon for gift wrapping. The only thing I used a variation of a pattern for is the round basket; everything else is improvised.

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