Please forgive the cheesiness of the blurry edge photo. I was playing. This is my growing little pile of washcloths. I have SO many ideas for them in my head; if only I could manage to not sleep anymore. I could get so much done. Nevertheless, the pile is growing and is surrounded by happy little bits of encouragement so as not to get depressed over not having any of the tails tucked in.
This black one is developing a lovely knobbyish texture that I am sure to use again. Knobbyish, but soft at the same time. I'm thinking baby-blanket perfect.
It really is the texture that does me in, you know.