Crochemmi

My parents were the lone hold-outs in their cu-de-sac against the tyranny of double glazing for the entirety of my childhood. For those endless years my friends luxuriated in their warm, well insulated homes while I half-heartedly mopped a gallon of condensation from my windowsill every morning.

I’ve long loved tonally variegated yarn but never quite known what to do with it. It doesn't look right on its own, yet clashes horribly with other variegated yarns. The colour scheme of this blanket came into being as I stared shamedly at my pile of hand dyed yarn and contemplated the fact that I had an unseemly amount of yarn purchased on the simple basis of “Oh, pretty”.

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