Some buffalo wool and a large hook …. partway into the process …… the wispy-ness of the fibre, the whiteness of the white, the satisfying feel of the wood allow full rein of the enjoyment of watching what unfolds – or, in this case ….. folds
… until the ball of yarn is all used up and it nestles around my hand like a kitten.
A much finer yarn and a much smaller hook and the wonder of what would happen to increase by 2's in rounds of single, double, treble and quadruple crochet formed a strucrure that was resembling a stadium ….. well, sort of.
Enough for the moment.