I guess it is a yarny sort of day. The human female’s mother has been working on a lavender garment with knobbles and cables. She says it is an “Irish Fisherman’s Sweater.” Except it’s for an aunt, who is neither Irish nor a fisher nor a man nor particularly sweaty, so perhaps I am missing something. The female guest also has a bag of sticks and string.
I confess I don’t understand the fascination of endless looping, counting, cursing, and ripping out, but Sigyn is intrigued.
The mortals have set her up with her own project.
So far, so good! (Though, Sigyn, correct me if I am wrong, but I think a yarn-over is not supposed to go around one’s knees…) It’s good for her to have a hobby, and as long as she’s not making a purple Loki-cozy, I am all for it.