The Grand Princess and her new little friend from next door were sitting in the garage playing with play dough and eating fist sticks. (Gramma is a gourmet cook, isn't she?) (The awesome weather with NO HUMIDITY, thank you very much, allows this outdoor, Paris-cafe type setting. It will be back in the AC within days, I'm sure.)
I have had a few things out in the garage the last few days while I have played around with dying some alpaca and some silk. This was hanging in the garage, fluffing and drying:
Our new little curious but uneducated friend asks, "What is THAT?"
The Grand Princess, with more than a touch of disdain in her voice and a little "boy, are you stupid!" added in rolls her eyes, looks at him and says:
"It's FIBER!"
(This reminds me of a few nights ago when I voice concern to Cuddle Buns that the prayer shawl I was working on wasn't very big. He naturally replies that it will be bigger once I block it. Am I training these people here well, or what??)
Oh My! Mind control?? Brainwashing?? They're indoctrinated for sure! ;-)
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