I received my
Ravelry invite this morning. I instantly screamed and grabbed the phone to tell Felix. His mobile was playing up and because our last conversation was about my epilepsy, he thought I'd had a seizure and came racing home to check on me. Isn't he sweet? (NB: I haven't had a seizure in over a decade, but he's still sweet)
In the meantime, before I head off to photograph EVERY ball of wool I own, I would like to present to you: Ashlee's cushion.

She has stated her love for it and that's all that matters. Really. I did most of the knitting on a Sunday night during "Midsomer Murders" so it wasn't
too painful...
Love you too, Ashlee.
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