In searching for a particular color of yarn, I once again found myself in the guest room, which, at present, serves as a host to a variety of both finished and partially finished projects. One of the finally finished projects that had taken up residence there was the Frankston market crochet bag that I had recently completed.

When we last saw the bag, it has been thoroughly soaked, wrung out with a towel, and then pinned to my “knitting” board so that it could be properly blocked. I then left it in the one pet hair-free room in the house, and forgot about it, but as I searched for the yarn, I instead found the bag.

In the ensuing days, it had dried, and I was able to get this picture of the project in all of it’s finished glory:

So while I rediscovered the bag, the precise color of yarn I had been seeking continued to elude me, so I went back to the remnants I am rehabbing and made due with the twenty or so colors I have at my disposal, and I still managed to get one round of rehab completed on each of the sixteen remnants:

Which meant that it was time to get out my bent-tipped yarn needle and weave in ends — so I did, and after an hour or so of effort, the work was done, and I and the remnants I was rehabbing were ready to move on:

This time, I worked with the yarns I had at my disposal and made no forays into the guest room or the garage in search of other, more perfect colors, and eventually, the remnants and I arrived at this moment:

I “know” that theoretically it would be more efficient to start from scratch and that rehabbing these bits and pieces and pieces takes more time, but the truth is that while I am determined to reach my goal, I am not in a particular hurry. The other truth is that there is a value to taking something that has no purpose and giving it a life of purposefulness, and so I will continue moving forward, however slowly, one stitch at a time.