Random boringness

Presenting the newest edition of boring blankets: blanket number 129. This dazzling example represents the school of random boringness.



For some peculiar reason, my sister thinks that I rock. I guess boring blanket people can rock, too. I pass this honour along to my darling friend, Elli.

Nothing new under the sun

Despite the fact that I haven't written a word for a couple of months, there's really nothing new under the sun. All the new blankets look exactly like my old blankets. And the socks... let's not go there. I'm boring even myself with my knits. That's why I kinda forgot to photograph some blankets before shipping them. And with some blankets I mean around ten. Or twelve. Can't remember, sorry.

So, here's blanket number 128 which is really blanket number 138 or 139. Or maybe 140. Who cares. There's nothing new, as you can see.