They start as shirts, well loved and worn, but with stains and tears here and there.
So they must be cut, and cut they are.
And so they are not alone they are intertwined with others.
Then finally they spoon each other into submission where they are more than happy to be connected to the next for the rest of their life.
Maybe I should go eat something... My post is getting a little loopy with an empty stomach, back in 10.
1 minute... 2 minutes... 3 minutes... 4 minutes... 5 minutes... 6 minutes... 7 minutes... 8 minutes... 9 minutes... BACK!
So since I have been cutting, and braiding, and wrapping, and sewing KC has been by my side intensly watching what I am doing. She got a little nosey a few times and grabbed an end of a braid and would pull it across the room. She is so quite about it that I wouldn't even notice her take it until she got to the end of the line and I would feel a tug on my end. So I took a few minutes out of braiding yesterday and made her her own braided t-shirt toy. She loves her new spider!
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