Last year I crocheted a pumpkin that Rosie claimed as her own. She loved that little pumpkin so much that it became very raggedy and dingy and had to be tossed.
Today I finally made another one.
Love at first sight.
And, as what happens with all of her toys, she's already lost it under the love-seat.
No need for Halloween or scary movies.
There's enough horror in this world.
