Today I got some MORE brown yarn for the llama and sat on a park bench on Thompson Street in SoHo for an hour or so, crocheting llama legs. I sat outside simply because I could; the sun might not have been out, but it wasn’t raining, and that is a reason to celebrate.
I felt the sky spitting once or twice but willed it away. I finally had to leave when the gargantuan flies wouldn’t leave me alone. Do you have any idea how hard it is to crochet with 25-pound flies trying to fly up your nose? Not as easy as it sounds, ok?