So I did the obvious thing and said hello to my friend eBay. It could be worse, but thirty balls of yarn are heading my way. There's this throw that's knitted with three strands of yarn and it's calling to me.
A sort of great aunt once knitted her son a sweater, which passed to me and which I adored. It was knitted in three strands of yarn - bright turquoise, chocolate brown and white and it was knitted on big needles. The great aunt said it was like knitting mooring rope with telegraph poles. My mother persuaded me to get rid of it, which was perhaps for the best, but I thought it rocked! I already have the
Crawling into bed now things are quiet. Poor bear is like rags. So much for the food diary (but he managed some home made veggie soup tonight which was a good thing).