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Second Thoughts

Back in April I had a lot of fun working on my fourth crocheted throw of the year, but I ran into a snag: I didn't have enough of the Lion Brand Mandala orange/white/teal yarn to make a complete throw.

I decided at first to use a one-pound Caron skein in a pretty light orange color to fill in the center of the quilt. Although the Caron and the Lion Brand yarns were the same weight, they were very different. The Caron was noticeably thicker, and had an unpleasant stiffness to it that might or might not be chemicals, which often don't wash out. I ended up yanking out a row of the Caron yarn I'd added and went hunting in my stash.

This time I found some other Lion Brand Mandala yarn in an orange/white/pink ombre that could work, along with scrap balls of the same.

The orange and white scraps worked much better than the Caron, as they matched the orange/white/teal yarn I'd been using in thickness and softness. I weeded out the pink sections and just using the orange, but I thought it would work nicely.

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