RIP, Bucilla Frappe

Dear more-than-fifty-years-old yarn, I really wanted to love you, but you let me down. You disappointed me, with your beyond-hope tangled skein of mustiness, and I tried - I really tried - to get my head around unwinding you into a nice, compact ball of vintageness before you betrayed me and totally screwed with my mind.

Guess I will find another use for this tangled mess, whether it's stuffing amigurumis or cutting the yarn into little bits so the birds can build nests. Rest in peace, Bucilla Frappe. I hardly knew ye.

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