Making Art

I love to shop with T. He genuinely enjoys himself. Maybe not so much the looking at yarn--although he has been known to point out a great deal or a new yarn. But he enjoys being with me and he makes the shopping trip better for me. (Not that a yarn shopping trip needs to be made any better! But hey, you put Cool Whip on pie, right? Same thing.)

So we're shopping. And T drops behind. Just for a second. Then he calls to me, "I'm creating art!"


Took me half a second to get it.