Well I guess it had to be done. I tried the really hairy string and it was most unpleasant. I think it's some sort of raw jute or maybe freshly plucked hairs from an elephants butt, because it's too gross for words. Don't like.
I found some softer string and it was just the job. I think everyone should learn to crochet with soft string because you can see all the stitches really well and it's much easier when it's not a big mishmash of yarn.
I'm going to have to learn something else though. I'm getting fed up of this all being flowers, even though I'm now loving making them. I found myself idly making a chain using of an old bit of wool and a pencil earlier when I was tidying up. Can't work out if that's a good thing or not.
Scotland in the morning, so probably no updates from me for a day or two. I'm not quite packed yet, so I need to go foraging through my cupboards for something to wear. My usual weekday garb of scruffy t-shirt and too-big jeans simply won't do while I'm away. I may also have to do something with my nest hair. Tsk.
I'm so looking forward to being in the countryside and seeing spring, erm, springing. I'll also be making arty things with my nieces and I might even talk my sis into having a go. I shall take photos galore and proudly show off their creations when I get home.
I hope you all have a very happy holiday away from me and my crocheted flowers.