My miles of i-cord are sitting next to me in a bag. They want to be a rug. Nice and squishy.
A small pile of Christmas footies sit waiting for their ends to be woven in.
A lone Skandium sock waits for a mate it might never meet.
Even Alexa knows it's a dreary day.
Pandora weeps for me.
SOTD
With love kittens,
Farf
