My knitting life has ground to a halt. So I can either show you crocheted yarmulkes, lawn devastation or complain about all the paid work I’m committed to finish before I can starve for art (using the broadest, most superficial definition of the word. Starving for chick lit is a more accurate turn of phrase.)
But look at the kitty. Isn’t he cute? Everyone all at once now…Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
Red devil, recumbent.