Yarn
can be a tall tale, a story. Daddy was an awesome storyteller.
That's where I got my storytelling ability. Daddy always told his
verbally. I almost always write mine. If you are visiting my blog
for the first time, I urge you to read at least one of my
“storytelling” entries. They are so much better than these
entries about me. Any of those under “Remembering Family” in my
sidebar. Or most anything from the previous two years A-Z
Challenges. Or for a funny one, try: Yes, That's My Purse.
Yarn
is also fibers you can knit or crochet with. I have never tried
knitting. I can crochet a granny square. That's it. That's all.
Mama taught me to crochet, to embroidery, to sew. And when I was
younger I did it all. What I did do, I did very well. But to me it
felt like work, not pleasure. So, I haven't done any of that since
Bug was maybe three years old. Now she's about to be fifteen this
summer. Maybe when I'm “old” and retired I'll do that stuff.
Who knows.
What
are your view on Yarn? Either kind.
