You would think that fifteen balls of white yarn would be enough to finish Marcus' crochet blanket, but no, I ran out.
Felix dropped in to Morris & Sons and grabbed me another ball of Chalk and I set off to finish the blanket. It wasn't the same dye lot (not after a year) but c'mon: how bad could the difference be?
In daylight it's dreadful.
It looks like the edge has been dipped in coffee, rinsed and tried to pass itself off as clean.
New plan! Pull back the last row and curl into a ball and sob.