At bridge last night, I take out a small square I'm crocheting to work on while cards are being shuffled and dealt...
* * *
E: What are you working on there? A snuggly blanket?
AMY: Feel this, would you want to cuddle with it?
Amy takes the ball of yarn and drags it across E's arm, leaving a series scratch marks.
E: Aagghh!
AMY: It's like hay, right? It's totally not soft.
E: Then why are you using it?
AMY: I don't know! I have all these balls of yarn in my stash and I need to use them up!
* * *
Aaaaand... Scene.
I don't know why I'm using the Noro. It sucks. I may wash the squares I've made, to see if they soften up some.
No comments:
Post a Comment