I’d never touched real wool yarn. It was a luxury that not only could I not afford in my “Ramen, again?” days, but one I didn’t realize was attainable. Wool yarn to me was something that only people with money used… and I was afraid of using it. I might ruin it… or shrink it in the washer…or the cat would puke on it and it would be ruined forever
Today, I wore my hair spikey.. like I’ve been doing for almost two months.. evidently, it’s reached a point where it’s noticeable since the past few days I’ve gotten a ton of compliments on it. Maybe because I dyed it red? Either way, I’m getting attention for it.