yesterday at the thrift store,
i found a friend...
a friend for my growing yarny bit of goodness,
for it was quite vulnerable in its current state.
vulnerable from falling on the floor
and gathering up Used Dog's hairs.
vulnerable from a passing pesky doggie
noting its crocheted loveliness
and making it into a nest.
this vulnerability was causing me to fret...
but all fretting has been cast aside,
thanks to the discovery of a fine friend.
the friend is very plastic,
he is also quite blue
and it would be quite true to say
he is rather fantastic
at several things
fantastic thing one:
keeping items off the ground
with his handy dandy little feet.
fantastic thing two:
perfectly sized for several yarn balls
and a growing bit of yarny goodness
and
fantastic thing three:
(quite possibly the most fantastic of all)
two handy dandy handles
for picking up on a whim
and taking along on journeys
should they occur on any given day
at any given moment
Tif
