There was a time, not so long ago, when the boys couldn’t stretch that far if they wanted to. Both of ’em combined could exceed it, but still. I know, I keep going on about how big they’re getting, but it’s like any furkid — every little change is met with d’aw and the like.
My arms are getting a workout today. I realised that I could start winding my DMC on bobbins, even if I didn’t have the boxes. Yeah, I’m doing them one at a time with breaks between. It’s going to take… awhile. But that’s okay, it’s not like I have anything I have to be doing for the next two weeks, ha ha.