Apr 09, 2011 13:52
[Someone thought she had gotten the hang of the wishing around here. Of course, that can never last.
Rose is seated on her bed in her futuristic room, yarn of all colors imaginable shoved off towards the back. The pile is touching the ceiling. You can tell she has already tried to cut into the pile from the lavender scarves and cozies thrown around.
She isn't in one of her calm moods as well, there is a definite frustrated crease to her brow. Not that she will admit to that.]
I seem to have fallen curse to the literal wish pandemic that seems to affect us all here. I also cannot seem to rid myself of this metric ton of yarn no matter what I attempt. In lieu of hoarding it all to myself I will gladly donate it. Please, do not all rush to take it at once, there is enough for everyone.
I guess I can also knit you something if you are not tickled pink at the idea of just yarn. It would give me something to do.
john egbert,
jade harley,
oc: tinkerbell,
rose lalonde