#129: fun fur
So I got an idea.
I was sitting in bed, sniffling from my recently resurfaced cold, drinking tea, and finishing up the new hat I started before bed last night. I decided to take my picture wearing the hat, but I look forlorn and war-torn, the result of chapped lips and three migraines in two days. (Has the violin begun?)
I waited for my husband to leave so he wouldn't see what I was up to and piled a bunch of yarn on myself on the bed. But it was sloppy and tangled and kept falling off. I began winding it all back up, and when he came upstairs with folded laundry, which he'd done from start to finish, the saint, I asked him for assistance.
He rolled his eyes. "You're gonna put a naked picture of yourself on the Internet?"
"Of course not! You're going to cover me with yarn. I'm only taking from the neck up."
He piled and re-piled the rolling-off yarn, and I shot ten no-good pictures. Then I remembered that I wanted one of the wrappers with "Fun Fur" to show.
The only shot in which it does also has his hand.
Bonus, dewd. Fun Fur, indeed!
(For 365 Days. This is Day 128.)