Sophie, Fiona and I frogged a thrift-store sweater yesterday. There were moth-holes in it, but it was lovely soft fingering-weight lambswool, so we deemed it well worthwhile. We picked seams, untangled selvages, did the rip-it, rip-it thing that gives frogging its name, wound the reclaimed yarn and weighed it. It was a great activity for a quiet Saturday with mushy snow outside and head-colds inside. We ended up with 135 grams of wool that we'll do something nice with.