Thirty-six squares of straight stitching. Seams and basting down of seams. Row after row. It's been a long piece of time of this. Either with cloth or yarn. Nothing to think about, no "what iffing". Just going mindlessly along. But then, the other day. . . look close. Do you see it?
A critter came a calling.
Don't know if she's consuming or expelling. Maybe some of both.
Wonder if she has friends?
