Rag Ball Surprise

I like to crochet in public. There. Now my secret is out. It's great for business, and it's something constructive to do while I'm waiting for an appointment, or sitting at Tae Kwon Do lessons, or idling in line at carpool pick up.

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The other day I brought an old rag ball to play with while I was out and about. I was surprised at how sturdy the fabric was in this one, and how thick the strips were cut. I decided to use a large hook and see what happened. Well, this is the result!

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I wish I had about 50 more balls like this one to use for a rug. As it is, this is a one-of-a-kind rarity- a solid feedsack table rug/trivet/coaster that would look divine in a farmhouse kitchen.
Look for her in sosorosey soon!

Raggy!

Raggy is one of my daughter's favorite words. Of course, to her it means Scooby is yelling for Shaggy. It's one of my favorite words, too... but to me, it is the way to describe items I crochet from primitive rag balls.

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This is my latest basket, created last night from a new set of balls that arrived this week. I adore the colors of this one, and all of the textures, too. Stripes and ginghams and florals and calicos- oh my! Look for this sweet gal in sosorosey later today; she is a one-of-a-kind, American folk art treasure.