Nedrow Gedrow

I sort of diverted attention to the crochet work with yesterday's blip, neatly sidestepping the issue of the short stop's fringe. Or lack thereof.

He hacked it off with a pair of craft scissors sometime yesterday.

I have no idea when, I didn't even notice until I started running my fingers through it to sort it out for my blip.

My little rockstar is no more.

Not so much Johnny Rzeznik as Johnny Rotten.

Oh well, at least it grows.