I made this blanket years ago, when the girls were small. It was a marathon knit and I spent months on it. It was worked in Jaeger Matchmaker yarn with one square in Jaeger Persia, a lovely boucle yarn. Sadly these yarns are no longer available. It has hugged us, comforted us and kept us warm on chilly winter nights but now it's showing its age and looking a bit tatty. There are holes (some rather badly mended), bobbles and splitting seams and to make it worse, the last time it was washed I washed it at the wrong temperature and the Persia square shrank so is now smaller and sort of felted.
... although I may add some crazy bright green.
I'm not sure I've explained that very well but it will all work out in the end.
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Meanwhile, in the garden, this lovely rich velvety crimson rose, William Shakespeare, has started to flower. We bought this, unsurprisingly, on a weekend visit to Stratford-upon-Avon.
I like the way the dark red stripes on the Nigella seed heads complement it, but this is just a happy accident and nothing to do with any planning on my part.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
(Sonnet 18, William Shakespeare)
Hope all is well out there ...