So This Happened
Well, well, well. Mum thought that by hiding that oh-so-delicious yarn in a bag all the way at the very top of a precarious pile of random stuff that I couldn’t find it. Because yarn is the BOMB. You can do so many things with it. I especially enjoy shaking a fresh, new skein violently from side to side so that it comes apart sort of slowly, in bunches, and to then run at top speed with it stuck to at least one paw while still in my mouth from room to room to room. Making a sort of spiderweb – nay, an Otto-web – of acrylic-y goodness.
I can’t understand why mum doesn’t support my art. I mean, she’s craft-y, she should understand. Alas, I may be un unnoticed genius.