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Busy Blanket

Being sick with the flu really limits my ability to work on projects; the most I can manage at the moment is a bit of crochet. So I started a new throw in the free Ocean Tranquility pattern from Anastacia Zittel, which is just interesting enough to keep me engaged without having to overthink everything or deal with complicated stitch counts.

It works up really pretty, and I'm making it in random blocks of thrifted yarn in colors that appeal to me.

I pulled these from my stash this morning, although I may change my mind on the off-white. Stay tuned to the blog see how it turns out.

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