It's been said that telling a good story is like baking a cake.
This doesn't bode well for me...I am (utterly hopeless) a lousy baker.
There is one point that I think I understand though...
and that is,
every ingredient counts.
So, in no particular order...
one basket of tea dyed scraps,
a generous bunch of thread lovelies,
one nest of repurposed sari ribbons,
to be followed by plenty of **time outs** for the likes of this one...
(this is Quinn's pathetic look for, "I'm bored...won't you puhleeez throw my stick???")
oh, and mustn't forget to keep taking more trips down THIS exit,
to be followed by many quiet hours with a big pile of pretties.