Stash Happens

Looking for yarn for a gift, I stumbled - if you can call looking at the highest box on the back corner of the upper shelf a stumble - upon these skeins of Bernat. They were a good sale, appropriate for the gift they were going to make at the time. Time passed. Oops.


This is how it goes. Stash happens. And I'm pretty thankful for it, what with this having been a lousy weekend, full of temperatures and coughing and tea and only enough concentration to work in a big square of knitting.