So here we are on Fauxgust 1, 2012 and it's 63 freakin' degrees here in Brooklyn. Which would normally be considered a really good thing. But there's just one problem. Y'see...Anon GF just finished making me this lovely red scarf made from the finest Yak yarn money can buy!
Allow me to digress for a moment. Newt Gingrich should be totally in favor of the Yak yarn industry since, I'm told, the yarn only comes from the belly hair on the Yaks. I don't know why that is, but it's what I'm told. Anyway, the perfect harvesters of Yak belly hair are, of course, dexterous little 5-year-olds. Can't ya just see the little urchins patiently brushing Yak bellies until they've harvested only the finest hair. And then getting just a wee bit stomped when the Yak gets bored and walks off. Ah well...plenty more 5-year-olds were that one came from.
Anyway, it's not really scarf weather today, but when one has a brandy new red Yak yarn scarf, lovingly knitted by one's loving Anon GF, (anon to you -- I know who she is), one wears their brandy new red Yak yarn scarf...weather be damned.
Ain't that a purdy scarf?
Edited to add: GF thought you'd like to see some Yaks!