In August, I picked up a bag of merino and yak fleece from the British Wool Show in York. At that point, I simply enjoyed spinning it into yarn without a thought for what the yarn would become.
However, after one of my lovely readers requested a post about the finished product and I saw the ideal pattern in a belated birthday present, the garment was born. Or rather it was crocheted and apart from one or two small setbacks became wearable this evening.
I’ve been suffering this winter from not being able to get out in the garden of an evening. Winter itself is fine for the variation it offers but wouldn’t it be great to do half an hour’s weeding after work?
At least there are no such restrictions when it comes to turning on the radio and taking out the spindle.