As I rummaged around for materials to take to India's dye class
I stumbled upon an old skein of beautiful wool
that had been changed into a very messy bird's nest
by a certain rusty pup two years ago.
I won't name any names....
but she knows who she is!
Because I'm feeling a bit brain dead after my trip
I sat down
and two hours later
that skein now looks like this.
I'm one of those people who really doesn't knit
but finds wools so seductive
that I buy them
not knowing what the heck to do with them!