Ann Arbor, MI is having one of those perfect Fall days. Bright sunshine, cool breezes, birds singing up a storm. It's a great day to go outside and do something, anything. So why am I sitting inside, still wearing my ratty robe, banging away on my laptop? Because I decided it was finally time to open my treasure chest and take some pictures.
My treasure chest is a plastic storage box with a lid and pattern of the British flag on it. I'm an anglophile, what can I say? I love all things British and always have. The purpose of the box is to hold my finished crochet projects until they're ready to be shared with the world, and that's what I'm doing today.
I've been steadily crocheting since the Spring and just tossing what I finish into the box, safe from dust. The problem with stashing them away is that I forgot some of them were there! Here's what I found in the box:
My treasure chest is a plastic storage box with a lid and pattern of the British flag on it. I'm an anglophile, what can I say? I love all things British and always have. The purpose of the box is to hold my finished crochet projects until they're ready to be shared with the world, and that's what I'm doing today.
I've been steadily crocheting since the Spring and just tossing what I finish into the box, safe from dust. The problem with stashing them away is that I forgot some of them were there! Here's what I found in the box: