Fluffy, fuzzy, airy balls of color. Holy 70's pom-pom resurgence. I used to wear them on my roller skates and now I have them in a vase.
You can't imagine how difficult it was to find branches that had some snap in this tropical city of cement and palm. Plus it is pretty hard to climb a tree in someone's gated yard surrounded by traffic.
But the hardest task was winding wool in 90 degree (32 C) heat--with the assistance of a toddler and a cat playing catch with many a yarn skein.
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