the post from the past

With cherry blossoms on the trees the spring air breathes itself into my steps as hopes of a summer soon to come bring a brighter side to every day. And as college winds down I have a few moments to spare for finally publishing the backlog of posts began long back with the best of intent but abandoned to the futility of my impossible aspirations of achievement. There are never enough hours in a day; a fact stated in the extreme yet one that unfortunately rings true daily

What we had, some of this precious time ago, was the learning experience of a knitwear internship personified in puppet form. Felting was fun in a forwards and backwards and forwards and backwards sort of way.