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To start July on a happy note I made a basket out of fun bulky yarns to hold a collection of the more yarns with which to play.

Over on the crochet blog I'm doing a series of posts about what you can make from one skein of yarn, so first I made a baby bird.

I also made a patternless tray basket out of a single skein of Chinese t-shirt yarn.

I crocheted a patternless gift bag out of one thrifted remnant skein.

I crocheted a liner for the art yarn gathering basket I made back in June.

I made this throw out of an unusual, very pretty yarn, a skein of which I got in a mystery box.

I altered two pair of trousers into shorts and tailored a pair of pajama pants to fit me better.

I completed the July tote for my calendar project.

I made a little basket out of wool blend boucle yarn and two others from my stash to hold my rescued embroidery threads.

I made a bag for my journal from a project in GreenCraft magazine's Summer issue.

I made this holiday hat with one skein of variegated yarn in Christmas colors.

I crocheted this dishcloth while working on my tension issues with cotton yarn (you can see the problem I have by the difference in the first bottom rows versus the rest of the piece.)

While I had my beads out for the July tote I also made two meditation malas and two bracelets in colors I like just for fun.

I crocheted a cowl/infinity scarf combo of my own design from one skein of beautiful art yarn.

I made a pair of slipper socks while testing a crochet pattern to see if it was suitable for a beginner (and it was.)

Finally I crocheted a bed-size ripple afghan out of glitzy chenille yarn, which we will put to use in the guest room during the holidays.

I'm really happy with how much I did over the last month. Part of this is due to the fact that I had a nice long vacation, but summer always inspires me, too. Let's see how much I can get done in August before it's over!

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