Bored isn’t Right for Crochet Hats

Have you by chance been to Marbleton Wyoming? Never, well me neither and as near as I can seethere weren’t no reason to. Shoot I seen alot a spots right here in these mountains.That ought to be good enough right? I reckoned so too. Well my miss’ ain’t satisfied, she got some loco idea in her head that this Marbleton is the spot to go. She’s been coercing me for at the slightest two years now and I don’t if I can take it much more. I concluded by this time next year I’ll either be in the nut house or trying to remain awake while she goes through the photos we shot in the renown town of Marbleton.

It all begin with these crochet hats she had in her head to fabricate. Some feller convinced her she could make a lot makin’ and sellin’ crochet beanies. Can you imagine that. Well I couldn’t and as far as I could express that didn’t weigh much. I adore her you know,so I purchased her as much thread and such as they had down at the local craft store. Must a been ten miles of string and enough crochet hat blueprints to paper the wall of the Walmart. So she jumped in on these hats and all appeared fine for a while. Then along came this same feller with more crazy lies about hats and contests and winning trips to Europe and who knows what else. He had her more stirred up than a hive full of honey bees at harvest time. Shoot, don’t seem like anything I said make a lick a difference. Come heck or high water we was goin’ to some annual craft fair that was over five hundred miles away.