I’m quite often surprised that I use these balls of yarn as often as I do. They’re meant for my ugly blanket (which I’m sure I’ll write an inspiring post about on some other Sunday), but I use them four countless other things:
- Making toys for Winston.
- Throwing at people (forcefully).
- Throwing up and down in the air repeatedly while thinking of fiber arts and Nellie Bly.
Well, okay. That’s it. But isn’t that so much better than throwing out all of my old scrap yarn? I think so, too.