The coast is clear:
Boys are sleeping soundly, I head downstairs to drape a hank over a kitchen chair
and begin winding my lovely yarn into a ball.
Heimo can apparently smell yarn.
He especially enjoys the smell of yarn being wound into a ball.
Must lick yarn that smells this yummy.
"What light through yonder hank of yarn breaks?"
Looks like yarn. Smells like yarn. Yep! It's yarn!
Makes a quick get-away!
Fierce yarn hunter has secured his prey!
And would you believe, once I finished this post (following kidnapping and recovery of above ball of yarn), this is what I found in the bedroom:
I guess yarn-napping is tiring business! (or exciting enough to interrupt a nap for!)
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