Ok, so's I tol' ya a bit 'bout how it's all 'bout the yarn stuff 'round here. Mommy is always crochetin sumfin. I can't get away from it. That giant hat I showed ya a picture of? Down there in my Weirdness and Wrongness entry? Yeah, well, it's not that big anymore. I'm gonna show ya how it had the shrinky dinky stuff happen in the hot waters. But I wanna show ya more of the crochet junk. Hats, scarf thingys, afghans. I'm surrounded and can't get away!
|Help! Get me outta all this stinkin crochet!|
And since Sissor don't live here anymore, she moved to Miss Oula's place for her job, now they yak on the phone 'bout the yarn. I hear stuff like this:
So, what are ya knittin now? How's the sweater comin? Oh, ya frogged it. I tried a new stitch today. Don't try that in your kitchen sink. Front loadin washer doesn't work as well. 100% wool. Feltin is fun. Kool Aid dye. Need more crocheted cactus for your new desk? Baby alpaca. Needle felted Schnauzer.
Pups, it goes on and on. Blah, blah, blah.
There are lots of peepoles out there that gots the yarn addiction sickness too. But sum of them are doin sum good. Check out this article.
Yarn bombed statues in Ottawa
Ya see, yarn bombin is yarn graffiti. Google it for more 'xamples. At least sumbody up there in the cold Cananada place is trying help others.
And in that case, I guess yarn ain't all bad.
But in Mommy's case it's like crack.