What is it about that ball of fiber that is so irresistible to my human? Well, OK to either of us. I sit in a corner of the couch and watch, as she gets to pull it out of a ball and make knots with it. She takes a lot of time to craft her knots using a hook. There is a lot of fuss and muss, as it is measured and blocked. It is placed out of our reach, whenever she is done.
Don't even think about sitting on her lap and helping. I tried pulling it out of the ball for her once. She was not very encouraging.
The next time she was tying her knots and I was sitting in her lap, I tried to help control her fibers by personally wetting them. That got me a placed on the floor.
Annie sits in my human's lap eyes half closed and ignores the yarn, most days. She smiles at me as she watches the knots being tied. Show off. Calamity is like me she can't resist the call of the yarn.
Oh the things I could make with that yarn. I could use a full skein up in less than an hour. I would love to create a wooly creature, for my human to enjoy. I would tie knots and braid strands together in a creation to be adored. I would not even need to use any tools to make my master piece. But, there is never an invitation to join her.
So I will try and be content with the smell of raw wool teasing me. I will try to ignore the whisper of yarn, being pulled from the skein. I will resist the urge to chase the dazzling colors and loose tails. I will dream of the things I could make; until she forgets and leaves that ball of yarn lying in my reach.
