Yarn

I promised I'd save the crafty blips for otherwise dull days.

It rained all day, three of us had to get fillings at the dentist and one had the double joy of a flu jag later in the afternoon. Managed a quick cuppa at Marisol's at lunchtime but couldn't venture out at night as Freya's new bf was coming round and poor Carlos didn't get in til late as the trains were off between Paisley and Port Glasgow.

This is the yarn I had been spinning for ages, destined to be woven like this.