I Blame Dallas!
There I was, minding my own business, working on the epilogue of the old book, struggling along with the beginning of the new, when Dallas emailed me this link and I was done for.
You know how it is: the more you knit or crochet, the more bits and pieces you accumulate. Not enough to make a sock or a scarf with, not so little that you feel free to give it to the birds for their nests. Just the wrong amount for anything but a giant plastic bag and a giant portion of your closet.
How about a giant sock yarn granny square lap throw? Is that genius or what! Now I'm not saying mine is beautiful or anything because it isn't. What it is is a random sampling of leftover yarns, drawn at random from the dark recesses of a tote bag and used without regard for how one color will look following another. I began with Regia blue multi leftovers, segued into Opal Petticoat, moved onto some leftover Fortissima Colori from the sock yarn Sandra gave me two years ago for my birthday, and now some Paton's Kroy. This square is worked with an E hook. (The other one is being worked on a 00.)
This is the ultimate mindless project. I'm finding it to be perfect for picking up and putting down while I work. No worry about where I am in the row, no worry about lost stitches, no worry about joining yarns or what comes next. What comes next is whatever I pull blindly from the totebag of scraps. Chaos Theory Crocheting that will ultimately serve a purpose. Is that great or what?
Of course the urge is to try to establish some order, to line up the colors in more pleasing configurations, to make one all in blues and one all in autumnal shades, but I'm resisting. There are enough rules and regs in real life. Let the colors fight it out among themselves.
For right now this girl's just gonna have some crochet fun.