One is currently haunted by the image of an ‘artist’ with a ball of wool stuffed up her twinkle. Let me explain…
According to this odd bodikin knitting for twenty eight days from the wool within is art.
At first One merely gagged and averted One’s sparkling eyes.
One needs an angle. It’s obv…
Pickled sheep - tick
Self assembly dots - tick
stacked up bricks - tick
Twinkle twin set - tick
OH NO – it’s all been done!
Perchance a Cerulean Blue tube up the twinkster and a few pelvic floor exercises is the way forward.
Worth a try, since if something doesn’t give soon One shall be in the gutter.
No water required as One has an ‘ooops moment’ now and again.
A soupcon of the Jackson Pollocks methinks!
Maybe One’ll get more than a Tena for it!!