All my angora is here, now to await the arrival of the merino that will be carried with it when I knit the shrug.
The Shrug of Soft Happy.
You read it right, The Shrug of Soft Happy. (Listen, name your clothes whatever the hell you want, but my shrug will be the envy of all who wish to roll naked upon it and are denied!) It's going to be so light and soft, like dandelion puffs being carried away on the whispers of the wish you make on them.
