A while back I blogged about a sad lady who had to give up knitting because the clicking got on her daughter in laws nerves.
I am so glad I have never met said Daughter In Law.... I know she would have got om my nerves.
I took on the mantle of the bags of wool. It seemed only right to make something for charity with all the small balls.
So. I separated them by shade and tone and wound them into two big balls. I have been hooking them whilst travelling in the car. Hooking them whilst waiting at petrol stations and traffic lights.
And now they are finished two blankets made with love for SIBOL.
One in pretty pastels. Perfect for a lady. All Liliy of the Valley and Pears Soap.
And one in stronger colours. Maybe more suitable for a gentleman. What a lovely word that is. And, I have been lucky to know a few. Linen hankies, a gentle arm. A gentle man.
I wish I knew the lady who had to give away the wool. But, I have a feeling she would be pleased with how it has all turned out. I know I am.