This little afghan lives at my mother-in-law’s house, where we spent the afternoon today. I think it used to belong to her friend, and now it belongs to her, and that’s all I know. The afghan is old, it uses many scraps, there are unraveling parts. It seems to be a mix of acrylic and wool from what I can gather by touch. I really like it as a whole, although I don’t necessarily like the individual colors when looked at up close. I need to keep this in mind if I ever do a scrappy blanket; there’s no need to stress over the colors. If it’s a true scrappy afghan, make it scrappy! This one is wild and crazy and beautiful. Some more pictures, and then Day 20 is in the books! How many days in November again?