My friend Sarah makes that crochet shit. Today, I got my own crochet shit from her.
Originally, I was going to give it to Chooch. But when I had the real thing in my hands, there was no way I was giving it up. He could have cried all the tears he had inside him. Which he surprisingly didn’t, but I still felt a tiny pang of guilt so I let him keep the second bacon (what? it could be soy) that came with the egg.
I feel so much better now at work. Who knew that it’d only take a yarn fish skeleton for me to achieve complete feng shui over at the work station.
If anyone’s in the market for cute baby hats and crocheted animals, go check out Sarah over on Etsy!