Yesterday a family friend, Nik, visited after a long absence.  After chatting for an hour or so, he became the most recent victim of my mission to spread the word about the KOALA Caddie™ Yarn Craft Apron.  (My husband, Bob, teases me unmercifully about my shameless proselytizing regarding the Caddies.)

Okay, so Nik is a guy and he doesn’t knit or crochet. He is a great thinker and businessman though, and he has his own demons of passion: golf, guitar, learning Spanish, golf, baseball cards, golf - you get the idea. I know that if Nik encountered a tool that would improve his golf game, he’d be the first one to sign on.

I showed him a KOALA Caddie filled with a recently finished project: a baby blanket for our newest great nephew.  I removed the blanket and yarn, and after a lecture on the “fuzzies,” showed him that the first row and the last row of my work look almost identical.  There is no pilling or fuzzing over the earlier rows. The secret to that is the Caddie’s satin lining. There is so little friction on the project and yarn kept inside the Caddie, that it is difficult to tell at which end I began.

Nik couldn’t believe that the Caddie that held the big project was exactly the same size as the gathered and shortened apron I was wearing to hold a small hat project for my little granddaughter. I showed him all the configurations, short and long, wide or gathered, and the many wear options. I explained that they were all made by hand and that each was one-of-a-kind.

Meanwhile, back at the couch, were the baby blanket and yarn that I had removed from their Caddie for Nik’s demo. I turned to collect them and behold - yet  another selling point.  Her name is Emily, she does NOT crochet, and she has no business sitting on my project!  That blanket had not been out of the Caddie for 5 minutes when it was under spaniel siege.  We all had a good laugh, and Bob suggested that here was a perfect photo opportunity. I grabbed my camera and a blog post was born. Now I have to micro-inspect my baby gift for fur and hope that the proud new parents don’t read my ramblings.  ~  All is well, Mary

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