the siren call of a sexy yarn

Oh, that hand-painted yarn is still calling to me, sitting right here next to me, next to the computer, just begging me to transform it into something luscious. But I can’t just yet–the floors need mopping, the children need feeding, and all the general work of a Sunday ’round the house needs doing. Tim’s outside wrestling with the Christmas lights, and though the work is frustrating now, it should pay off tonight with some cheery light in the darkness.

So, I’m going to resist temptation for now, and go mop the floors. I’ll be good…for now.

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