Monday Morning Mirth
QUESTION: What happens when you spend an afternoon surrounded by the most luscious fiber imaginable?
ANSWER: You start hallucinating hand-painted yarn EVERYWHERE – even in the nighttime sky (this is actually a sunset as seen reflected in the Fold’s front windows)…
We were in Marengo at a place called the Fold, and I SWEAR! if you don’t lose your mind to the fleece and fiber here, your heart might surely be spun of straw.