Monday, March 1, 2010

whir, whir, whir



when my first born was very little, even before speech, her favourite book for a time was the ladybird version of rumplestiltskin. she called it "whir, whir, whir". the princess made a deal with rumplestiltskin that she would give him her first born if every night he would spin a roomfull of straw into gold for her. i'm looking at all the fleece i need to spin into yarn this month and i realize that i need rumplestiltskin - but i'm not willing to make a deal...
JUST A REMINDER TO CHECK OUT MY SALE IN MY ETSY SHOP. ON UNTIL THURSDAY.

1 comment:

Shammickite said...

Doncha just LURVE those colours??? I do.