Azumada, Nugget, friend, I must request if you have any, all of your hats. All of them. I need them.
“Anyway, what do you need them for? Is this for a arts and crafts project? I wonder if you’re going to make puppets with them!” he commented and gave the sneaky ‘mon his last hat, carefully adorning it atop the staggered pile on Crow’s head.
For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. (Psalm 139:13-14 NIV)
Obelisk is totes the mom friend. Like, their isn't even a dad friend. It's just Obelisk and his three rowdy children. He's a single mother. Sometimes he tries to go to Laurel for help but she does ABSOLUTLEY NOTHING. She just laughing in the background. Like, "No Laurel please- oh god Gold what are you doing? NO GOLD DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE! Wicker don't encourage him"
I’m still working on this wedding shawl (have been for months) and I finally got almost to the end of one side when it occurred to me to weigh my yarn and see if I’d have enough to finish the other side.
It’s 3 weeks to the wedding.
A third skein might not get through customs in time to actually finish it.