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For a short month I think I got a lot done in February. I started off by slow-stitching a Valentine's Day tote.

I made a complete set of jewelry from one of my thrifted kits.

I made another small diamond painting from a thrifted kit.

Using some thrifted felt I made a free Peeps bunny pattern in two sizes that I found online.

I crocheted an amigurumi carrot from thrifted yarn.

I made a project basket out of scrap and thrifted yarn.

I made an amigurumi bunny out of thrifted yarn to go with the carrot.

I made another, larger crochet basket out of thrifted variegated yarn by following a video tutorial.

I wanted to see if I could make a medium no-handles version of the video tutorial basket using a single skein of thrifted chunky chenille yarn in a kind of weird colorway, and yep, that worked, too (looked prettier crocheted than it did in the skein.)

With fabric, paint and my diamond painting I upcycled the first of my thrifted cigar boxes.

I was able to repair and handquilt this section of my UFO crazy wedding ring quilt (it had a lot of damage to the patchwork.) I think I'm going to set it aside for the month of March to take a break from it.

I made another basket from the video tutorial in white, pink and orange to try out a different colorway.

Finally I kept up with my crochet mood calendar blanket. There was a tie for the color I used most, four times each: Pink for hurting, as I was pretty ill for half of February (you can see the wide pink stripe where it was the worst), and dark brown for grateful, because I had so much to be thankful for including a full recovery, and surviving the month. I added two more colors to the project as well: a pale blue for focused, and a medium gray specifically for sick (as hurting to me is more about physical pain, not illness.) Stay tuned to see what I get done in March.

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