spinning a yarn again? really one can’t believe a word she says and she’s so full of bullshit. yet people do get taken in. maurice for example, he with the rather dubious wig. quite believed the story she spun him
Life is a ball of yarn – it slowly unravels as you knit each new day into your blanket, and no two yarns are the same. Some are different colors, different thicknesses, different materials, different lengths – just like no two lives are the same.
To spin a yarn. A story, a tale, starting at the very beginning of the yarn until the ball shrivels and runs out. There’s always got to be an end. The ball will always run out. Surely there’s not enough sheep in the world to have it be any other way.
its a long thing. its about a cloth. its a thread. and its about tying it all together to create a cohesive unit. its about making something important from something unimportant. and its amazing how things fall into place.
Your head, filled with a winding and twisted ball of thoughts like something a kitten has batted about and unravlled and now you find yourself tugging desperately on the end of your throughts, trying to find your way back sanity as it all comes undone.
yarn is the thread that binds us. it is the fiber of our lives, and the connection between the light in our souls. we connect online, but it is the spun fibers that we connect over.
my fb friend just got a kitten and it looks like one of my close friend’s old kitten named sunshine. it was so cute, but unfortunately, this old kitten died only after a few weeks of coming home. yarn lol
coloured wool making lovely jumpers. the colours come from natural dyes, from plants and minerals. Woven together after spinning and carding and knitting.
a very tall tale, hello. red riding hood, kittens and small dogs. grandma, old lady rocking chair. tea cakes. sack, of mice and men, barn. yearn. learn, darn. scars, needles.
When i m asked to spin a yarn, sometimes i can do it superbly well. I will not say its a talent, but story telling is what i like and since I am in the business of the same I love it.
Several of my friends deal intimately with the creation of clothing; one, whom I have never met in person, lives in Seattle. She sends has knit me two scarves and two hats. While I don’t know what fabric she uses for the garments, or even what yarn is, I do know that we constantly share stories with each other, creating the fabric of a relationship that exists only in distance.
When we were girls, we’d sit up in her tree house far back in the woods by the green stream that curled around her house. We’d bring with us balls of yarn to wrap around our fingers, to tie into scarves. Sitting for hours with blue, gray, red, green spinning around our toes, arms.
When we were girls, we’d sit up in her tree house far back in the woods by the green stream that curled around her house. We’d bring with us balls of yarn to wrap around our fingers, to tie into scarves. Sitting for hours with blue, gray, red, green spinning around our toes, arms.
yarn is an important thing, in this world to keep us warm, yarn is what grandama always used to knit us sweaters and keep us cozy and warm in those cold winter months. thank you for yarn.
The old woman wove her yarn into a quilt as long as time. What happened when she died? Nothing. The world kept spinning even though her quilt was no longer growing. The world had defied it’s own death and wouldn’t allow an old woman to end it.
I believe I should try harder to write more. Yarn makes me think of writers who obsessed over their cats. I would write more about my cat, but I feel it has all been written. Isn’t it funny how much of our lives is wasted worrying about who has already done the “brilliant” ideas we have come up with?
I wanted to go to my grandmother’s cabin in Colorado and learn how to knit last summer. Well, I learned, but now I do not quite remember how to do it. Perhaps in the next few weeks I’ll remember/finish making scarves so I can sell knitted stuff. I should also bother learning how to do patterns and make my own whilst doing such things.
tangled
weaved
dreamed into string.
with the warmth
of grandma,
kindergarten art class
a smile from a next door neighbor
and every single kitten ever invented.
that’s where yarn lives.
yarn is kind of a cool word. it makes me think of a cat. but i don’t like cats so i would rather not think about them. i don’t really think i like yarn either. but it’s a cool word.
I knit I knit I knit
The yellow string runs down to my knees in an effort to escape my compassionate hands
I weave my fingers in between the single string of yarn and create a masterpiece of a scarf
Maybe this will be a gift I think
Maybe I will wear this myself I think
Maybe everyone will ask me where I got this I think
Maybe I will sell these! I Think
I look down and see all of the wholes running through
cats like to chase yarn. it’s a scientifically proven fact. they chase it around and around the house, with nothing on their mind except CATCHING THE YARN.
Yarn has always been an important part of my life. My mother was a crocheting goddess, and many nights were spent at the old “dime store” after hours in the yarn aisle with her best friend; just sitting and spinning yarn as well as crafting it. The bad part is…I can’t crochet worth a damn, but I can write a yarn!
colorful
blue
thread
thick
thin
knit
tight
needle
clothes
pullover
jeans
i love this because its very interesting. and now let’s go to the next step which is calm down and love your life and be happy.
The ball of yarn was terrifyingly big. It stood the size of a house and our tiny hero could do naugh but gaze up as it slowly rolled in his direction. Finally something hit him, he turned around and started running, the ball slowly catching up.
Yarn is made from the wool of sheep and sometimes llamas and goats. People use yarn to fabricate clothing, such as jerseys. One can roll yarn into a ball and give it to cats to play with. Yarn comes in all the colours of the rainbow. A typical ball of yarn is 50m long. Yarn rhymes with barn.
the cat pulled on the yarn as if it were the very guidance of its life. following, caressing it, punching it to and fro. he lay near his master’s jeans as he played. blue filled the air.
I was only 8 when my mother taught my how to spin. I made my own yarn, and went to the Spinning Hut with my mother. I remember the old ladies, and the smell of wool and cotton, and where the bickie jar was hidden.
spinning a yarn again? really one can’t believe a word she says and she’s so full of bullshit. yet people do get taken in. maurice for example, he with the rather dubious wig. quite believed the story she spun him
Yarn, both fiber for clothing and a good story. Truly, the fabric of our lives
Life is a ball of yarn – it slowly unravels as you knit each new day into your blanket, and no two yarns are the same. Some are different colors, different thicknesses, different materials, different lengths – just like no two lives are the same.
Ist das ein Pelz, der dich da warm h
To spin a yarn. A story, a tale, starting at the very beginning of the yarn until the ball shrivels and runs out. There’s always got to be an end. The ball will always run out. Surely there’s not enough sheep in the world to have it be any other way.
its a long thing. its about a cloth. its a thread. and its about tying it all together to create a cohesive unit. its about making something important from something unimportant. and its amazing how things fall into place.
Your head, filled with a winding and twisted ball of thoughts like something a kitten has batted about and unravlled and now you find yourself tugging desperately on the end of your throughts, trying to find your way back sanity as it all comes undone.
yarn is the thread that binds us. it is the fiber of our lives, and the connection between the light in our souls. we connect online, but it is the spun fibers that we connect over.
yarn is something that my mom and my sister have an obsession with
they look at yarn, touch yarn, smell yarn, knit with yarn.
spin it, weave it, make things with it
i like yarn
but i wish that the money they spent on it was given to me so i could travel instead and buy them more yarn from peru
my fb friend just got a kitten and it looks like one of my close friend’s old kitten named sunshine. it was so cute, but unfortunately, this old kitten died only after a few weeks of coming home. yarn lol
coloured wool making lovely jumpers. the colours come from natural dyes, from plants and minerals. Woven together after spinning and carding and knitting.
a very tall tale, hello. red riding hood, kittens and small dogs. grandma, old lady rocking chair. tea cakes. sack, of mice and men, barn. yearn. learn, darn. scars, needles.
Close your eyes and spin the yarn of your life..
What’s a pirate’s favorite sewing material? YARn.
She threaded the words carefully within her tongue, pursing her lips as tightly as possible, making sure that they did not escape.
They wound themselves around her teeth and down her throat, and somehow the silence that grew between the two of them exploded-
“DON’T TOUCH MY YARN!”
(haha the last bit was lame xD)
When i m asked to spin a yarn, sometimes i can do it superbly well. I will not say its a talent, but story telling is what i like and since I am in the business of the same I love it.
Several of my friends deal intimately with the creation of clothing; one, whom I have never met in person, lives in Seattle. She sends has knit me two scarves and two hats. While I don’t know what fabric she uses for the garments, or even what yarn is, I do know that we constantly share stories with each other, creating the fabric of a relationship that exists only in distance.
When we were girls, we’d sit up in her tree house far back in the woods by the green stream that curled around her house. We’d bring with us balls of yarn to wrap around our fingers, to tie into scarves. Sitting for hours with blue, gray, red, green spinning around our toes, arms.
When we were girls, we’d sit up in her tree house far back in the woods by the green stream that curled around her house. We’d bring with us balls of yarn to wrap around our fingers, to tie into scarves. Sitting for hours with blue, gray, red, green spinning around our toes, arms.
i have a headache
yarn is an important thing, in this world to keep us warm, yarn is what grandama always used to knit us sweaters and keep us cozy and warm in those cold winter months. thank you for yarn.
all the colors
rainbow of sheep making my sweater
those fluffy barnyard creatures
must hate us
The old woman wove her yarn into a quilt as long as time. What happened when she died? Nothing. The world kept spinning even though her quilt was no longer growing. The world had defied it’s own death and wouldn’t allow an old woman to end it.
I believe I should try harder to write more. Yarn makes me think of writers who obsessed over their cats. I would write more about my cat, but I feel it has all been written. Isn’t it funny how much of our lives is wasted worrying about who has already done the “brilliant” ideas we have come up with?
I wanted to go to my grandmother’s cabin in Colorado and learn how to knit last summer. Well, I learned, but now I do not quite remember how to do it. Perhaps in the next few weeks I’ll remember/finish making scarves so I can sell knitted stuff. I should also bother learning how to do patterns and make my own whilst doing such things.
tangled
weaved
dreamed into string.
with the warmth
of grandma,
kindergarten art class
a smile from a next door neighbor
and every single kitten ever invented.
that’s where yarn lives.
yarn is kind of a cool word. it makes me think of a cat. but i don’t like cats so i would rather not think about them. i don’t really think i like yarn either. but it’s a cool word.
I knit I knit I knit
The yellow string runs down to my knees in an effort to escape my compassionate hands
I weave my fingers in between the single string of yarn and create a masterpiece of a scarf
Maybe this will be a gift I think
Maybe I will wear this myself I think
Maybe everyone will ask me where I got this I think
Maybe I will sell these! I Think
I look down and see all of the wholes running through
cats like to chase yarn. it’s a scientifically proven fact. they chase it around and around the house, with nothing on their mind except CATCHING THE YARN.
Yarn has always been an important part of my life. My mother was a crocheting goddess, and many nights were spent at the old “dime store” after hours in the yarn aisle with her best friend; just sitting and spinning yarn as well as crafting it. The bad part is…I can’t crochet worth a damn, but I can write a yarn!
yarn is shit
Knitting, crocheting,creating
Puff balls, pom poms, dolls
Soft, fuzzy, itchy
colorful
blue
thread
thick
thin
knit
tight
needle
clothes
pullover
jeans
i love this because its very interesting. and now let’s go to the next step which is calm down and love your life and be happy.
i dont get it right.
it gets tangled in my hands.
no mittens for my love again this year.
oh well at least they get the ball.
The ball of yarn was terrifyingly big. It stood the size of a house and our tiny hero could do naugh but gaze up as it slowly rolled in his direction. Finally something hit him, he turned around and started running, the ball slowly catching up.
Ich n
Yarn is made from the wool of sheep and sometimes llamas and goats. People use yarn to fabricate clothing, such as jerseys. One can roll yarn into a ball and give it to cats to play with. Yarn comes in all the colours of the rainbow. A typical ball of yarn is 50m long. Yarn rhymes with barn.
The yarn was beautiful…it was magical…it was dangerous. She had no idea what she was about to create. It did. How long would it take?
the cat pulled on the yarn as if it were the very guidance of its life. following, caressing it, punching it to and fro. he lay near his master’s jeans as he played. blue filled the air.
I was only 8 when my mother taught my how to spin. I made my own yarn, and went to the Spinning Hut with my mother. I remember the old ladies, and the smell of wool and cotton, and where the bickie jar was hidden.