Yesterday would have been my mother's 88th birthday. I don't say that looking for sympathy --- it's just that the arithmetic surprised me. Then I realized that next year, my husband would have been 70. That is hard to get my mind around.
The shades-of-blue feather and fan shawl (the 589-stitcher) had to go into the "Maybe Another Day" file. Somewhere along the way, I lost the pattern stitch and couldn't fix it without frogging way, way back. It's irritated me to no end, but there really wasn't anything else to do.
Something occurred to me the other day. If this is already being done, I didn't know, so I'm not trying to steal anyone's thunder. You know those cake/cocoa/cookie mixes in a jar?
Why couldn't that be done with yarn "cakes"?