Another Wednesday, another cigar box. A small, old Tiparillo box. OK, I know this really dates me - remember Edie Adams on the Ernie Kovacs Show - "Cigars, cigarettes, Tiparillos?"
But I digress. This box is full of yarn scraps, all the little bits and ends left over from bigger projects.
Not enough to roll back into a ball or skein, just those tiny lengths that are so perfect in a journal or an altered book.