

The pile of wool that I have been sitting with almost every evening is growing at a satisfying pace. I work on it for an hour or two, or until I can no longer stand the feeling of a sweater on my lap in August.
Read More: TWiP: Pile of WoolThe pile of wool that I have been sitting with almost every evening is growing at a satisfying pace. I work on it for an hour or two, or until I can no longer stand the feeling of a sweater on my lap in August.
Read More: TWiP: Pile of Wool