…dear Liza, dear Liza.

Yikes, I don’t think there is a point of return that darning could really accomplish with this fabulous representation of a wash rag so well utilized. This specimen was part of a gift set of washrags to my friend Amy when she married Andy. To see that it was used to this point of undoing makes my poor little heart sing for joy. Never fear Amy, a new one is on the needles. It just may take a while.

Coincidentally our own stash has hit a pot hole or two as well. Discovered this morning no less.

Perfect! Excuses for me to knit for our house!! (Ryan disagrees on this point.)

Both of these washrags have lasted about 5 years. I wonder how long until this monster becomes holey?