Dear Cascade Eco-Wool,
I don’t know where you’ve run off to but I WILL FIND YOU. There are three of you and I know you’ve stuck together these past six months. Plus, you’re really large, skein-wise, and that makes you stick out. If you really wanted to go into hiding you would have to disguise yourself as a ball of qiviut or something. But don’t try it. I would see right through your disguise because I don’t own any qiviut.
Dearest daughter,
Why is there a baby doll, one Christmas sock, and one Halloween sock in my office? I realize this question is entirely moot, because you are five and that is how you roll. Never mind.
Dear moth,
AHHHH AHHHH AHHH AHHHHHHHH
Okay, okay, I’m not going to panic. I am just going to put this bag of Spud & Chloe in the freezer and try not to hyperventilate. Also, I hate you for going after the expensive yarn.
P.S. I’m sorry for panicking and attempting to smoosh you with a skein of Red Heart.
P.P.S. no I’m not.
Dear worsted weight wool,
I realize things are a bit cramped in your allotted cubbyholes. Please try not to explode. Also, please tell me if you see a moth. Here are some cedar balls and a shotgun.
Dear husband,
Thank you for rescuing thof all of yarn behind the desk. Thank you also for putting that roving in the bin by the ceiling. But most of all, thank you for taking me seriously when I asked if I could line the entire office in cedar. You are truly a prince among men
Love,
Julie






















