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Saturday, after dance class, I went over to help a friend sort through her mother's various collections of stuff. Hats appear to have been one of her mother's passions and boy oh boy were there a lot of them. More than I could shoot. Heck, more than I could reach. The bed was piled high with boxes and stacks of hats. Here's a selection from the ones I could reach:
In semi-related news, two days later I'm still sore from all the lifting, bending, and carrying. And my own hoard of crap grew as I brought home at least six skeins of ancient acrylic yarn. On the other hand, I saved it from being tossed into a landfill and I've already transformed some of it into two cat rugs and a circular cat cozy. Photos to follow after they've been run through the wash (several days from now, no doubt).
This entry was originally posted at http://mrs-sweetpeach.dreamwidth.org/287207.html.
In semi-related news, two days later I'm still sore from all the lifting, bending, and carrying. And my own hoard of crap grew as I brought home at least six skeins of ancient acrylic yarn. On the other hand, I saved it from being tossed into a landfill and I've already transformed some of it into two cat rugs and a circular cat cozy. Photos to follow after they've been run through the wash (several days from now, no doubt).
This entry was originally posted at http://mrs-sweetpeach.dreamwidth.org/287207.html.
