Short and curlies

WARNING:  MAY CONTAIN FLASH PHOTOGRAPHY,

GRAPHIC IMAGES AND NUTS!

If there's one thing I've noticed about stitchers over the years it's

that, beside an abiding passion for sewing, which can at times

reach manic proportions if not kept firmly in check especially

in the stash department, most of you seem to share your lives

with a furry chum or two.

Bugger off, I want to sew.

As you know, I've had my fair share of four legged companions

who've slept all over my current projects, nested in my sewing

basket, trodden all over my threads with muddy paws when I'm

not looking and even, on one occasion, played tug of war with a

sampler they'd stolen from the washing line.

Not my knitting please.

The one thing they all had in common was that they somehow managed

to get their hairs stitched into my work.  Many's the time that strands

of hair that simply wouldn't brush off have actually become an

integral part of the fabric, stubbornly refusing to be removed even

when I've taken my best tweezers to the blighters.

Those of you who wondered why I called the sampler "Flemish Giant"
need look no further.

But I have to admit that today was a first.

I don't currently have any animals (three fat goldfish don't really count)

neither have any come to visit recently which might explain away the

presence of a wiry thread of hair I spotted sticking out in the

middle of a recently executed carnation head.

Was it anything to do with you Scrut?

Oh! the shame of it dear stitchers.

I knew instantly from whence it came.

I've finally gone that extra mile and, inadvertently I might add,

stitched a little strand of my DNA into my work -

it was an errant pube!

At the beginning of this post you will have seen my warning so

you view the following image at your peril

- it's a "nutscape" and the keen eyed amongst you will

instantly see that it contains "flash" photography,

certainly has graphic content and contains "nuts",

Have a nice day.