A finished object - almost

The quilt is sewn and needs only to be tied. I took it out in the yard and draped it over my sling chair. Good light out there! One of my Uplanned quilt tricks is to pick up sheets for a dollar at garage sales. Lots of solid-color fabric for good prices that way. You can play with a center, and slap on a solid border to make it big enough.



And if you have come up with something that is just too short, then slap together the odds and bobs in a random fashion and put at least three rows of it at either end. Nice, frame-ish thing.


The yarn sale was less of a hit to the pocketbook than I had feared. The seller was quite a dyer and weaver, and was very much into machiine knitting. Machine knitting yarn and weaving yarns hold no charms for me on the average.
But Sage-green cotton, white and green cotton eyelash, a ball of pink silk (! Squeeeee!),
some hand-dyed mohair, a pound of hand-spun wool and dacron, a ball of pink cotton slub, some purple soft cotton (mine! Sweater for ME! MINE!) totaled $30.





And, ahem, a pound of black cashmere . . .

for another $10 . . .

Eeeeeeeee!! DH, feel this! Isn't it soft? I got such a glorious DEAL!
He watches me dancing and exualting and says, in bemusement, "That's nice, dear."
Nice? Nice? It's awesome! It's glorious! It's - it's, - it's cashmere! Feel it!
He feels it. He agrees that it's soft. He accepts that it was a wonderful deal, but he doesn't - he doesn't understand the awesomeness of it. A pound of cashmere for $10! But a knitter would share my joy, won't you?