So at the height of my yarn addiction, I’d go to the craft store for something else and inevitably end up in the yarn section, and my local craft store has a decent collection of Lion Brand and Lily, so I usually ended up with something in my basket.

Then one day, my weaknesses were put together in an evil display of a clearance sale on ginormous yarn.

It was I wanna make a blankie yarn, and I bought two big skeins at something like 50% off. Months later, I determined that I really hate chenille yarn. Like really hate it. I tried making a blankie out of it like four different times, and I was happy with nothing. The start of the yarn started getting this weird icky feel to it because I’d unraveled it so many times.

Finally, I decided to just make a double crochet blanket as a gift for someone who likes soft things, and I striped it after six rows. I’m almost done (thank the yarn gods), and I’m about to be rid of this yarn and reclaim all the space these big child-size skeins take up. Seriously, my 8-year-old kid takes up less space.

Honestly, I can’t wait. I’ve got this iron stripe to finish, then two more stripes (hopefully I have enough to finish one more each), and then I’m done. It figures that I’m supposed to finish it by tomorrow and I’ve put it off until the last minute. I did that with my recently finished Trellis Wrap, casting off at like ten p.m. the night before my planned photoshoot with it.

This is what’s left:

I admit I like using up a pile of chaos toward the end of a project, and while this looks terrible, it’s satisfying to see this hot mess get slowly eaten away and made into something useful.

Hopefully by tomorrow, I will have finally made this dang blankie.