Nearly didn’t make the market at all yesterday, because of thick fog. When I eventually got there, this was all I bought: ten balls of yarn at a pound each.


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I’ve just been reading Joy and Josephine by Monica Dickens. In the book, she emphasises just how irritating one character is by having her refer to her crochet work as ‘crosher’. I don’t share this snobbery about people who call crochet, crosher and here’s why ( Read more... )