On the fourth day of Dizzy, Dizzy’s deals to me…
Chunky bulky yarns,
Soft single plies,
And a great yarn for socks for my feet!
Is it just me, or is this heading in a festively… ominous direction? Don’t misunderstand, I love birds! But I just finished calming down about the idea of fuzzy trees, and that tree over there is close to having more feathers than needles and – Hey! Leave that present alone, you fancy chicken!
Oh now they’re all squawking at me! Quit it! Dizzzzzy! Freeeed! Tell these birds to settle down!