I’m not a fan of acrylic yarn. You could call that an understatement. It repels me. I hate the feel of it and I don’t like it next to my skin. It baffles me, then, as to how I’ve managed to accrue so MUCH of it over the time I’ve been a yarn addict. It just doesn’t end. It goes on and on.
To finally rid the house of all abominable acrylic I thought I’d kill two birds with one stone – work up yet another blanket to satiate my mad, blanket obsessed mama hen subconscious, and finally use up all leftover acrylic from every last vestige I could find.
And what better way to do so than with a bit of ripple.
I only hope I can make a blanket big enough without having to buy yet MORE horrid yarn to finish it off with, which would then thus leave me with yet more leftover icky yarn to get rid of. This could be a vicious circle…