Dear Aunty Mabel
So here is my first confession.
As I sit in my armchair under my lamp in my lounge I realise I mess up my home with wips. In my lounge I have 2 Stratford circle afghans in a bucket at my feet, my moms Mother's Day sampler in a gift bag behind the couch, a traumatic looking green piece in a plastic box which I am trying free form in straight pieces with all the odd bits and pieces that have come to nothing over the years, also behind the couch and in the liquor cabinet I have Jac's definitively to be finished this year tartan afghan. Under the one Swedish Cliffe chair I have a diagonal stripe afghan and in the back of my cupboard I have the start of a Babette which is for my dad for Father's Day (not so sure for this year though). So I have to admit I have a problem. I am a serial afghan starter! But it's not my fault. I lay the blame squarely at the door of my Designeryarny and Playing Hooky/Haakuit friends who post things that I just have to try!
More soon.
Lots of love
C.
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