September 6, 2007
Fionn has an obsession with the silk merino Sundara yarn. Some yarns he ignores, but for certain other, special yarns, especially those with silk or baby alpaca, he waits until the deepest, darkest hour of night, and then begins to play with them. He toys with the ball and herds it through the house, leaving a trailing bit of yarn from the center-pull ball from wherever he started. Generally, he manages to bat them up the stairs into my bedroom, quite a feat – if he’d just carried the yarn upstairs, like a puppy dog, there wouldn’t be a trailing end.