So, I’ve tackled the enormous job that is cleaning my basement.
While I tidy it every so often (mostly when I can no longer see the carpet) but it hasn’t really been CLEANED in a long while.
One of my projects (within a project) was going through my knitting bags (yes, plural), frogging items I’ll never get back to and reacquainting myself with those that will eventually get finished.
One bag, however, spat up more than a hibernating Monkey Sock.
I’m fairly certain these are were mandarin oranges.
It’s the vintage I’m not to sure about.