& I’ve got some friends who knit. I don’t know why, any more than I know why people play bridge. Or golf. But, friends being friends, I just go on about my life, hope they are pleased with wiggling their sticks. Or rubbering. Or spanking whitey.
And because they’re my friends, those who knit, I couldn’t help but pass this along. It comes from Australia, where they do funny things and they’ve got a lot of sheep, so what else do you expect?
I found this picture on another friend’s Facebook page. Whether she knits, I don’t know, and won’t ask. Of course there is more — much much more — to be said about this thing, but I’ll leave that to someone else.
& Wondering if I should do more to pamper my camper, I’m outta here.