One book (on loan from Monica)
Pencils, sharpened at both ends to substitute for DPNs (strangely effective)
Fuzzy wuzzy wool, which makes me think of a favourite childhood poem of mine...
- Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear
- Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair
- Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't very fuzzy, was he?
I made a little felted bowl, which just makes me happy.
But it has already been colonized.
So it's a good thing I've made two more. Even if felting them in my machine makes the utility room smell of rank sheep. But that seems a small price to pay. I have visions of a whole rainbow family.
Woe betide anyone who fills them with potatoes for chitting though.