Monday, 21 May 2007
A tale of two ripples
I am a whore. A fickle, cheating, whore. I love my first ripple. It is all cotton and the colours of the sea. It has been growing slowly but surely, and I have gained great pleasure watching the whole change with each new shade of blue. The problem is that now I have the new ripple. This one is all wool and is half the width. It is only five colours and is being made for a new baby. I love my second ripple. I am a crochet polygamist.
Ripple number one is now on the shelf.
Why can there not be more hours in the day?