Bitches Get Stitches

this morning i received a package from an anonymous source.
in it was the as yet unseen evidence of the clockwork
and its time on the fiber trash girls’s retreat.
again, the details are sketchy;
no one knows what actually happened.
but it looks like some freaky shit may have gone down.
(names have been omitted to protect the innocent)






(that one’s my favorite)
(she’s serving “don’t fuck with the woolydaisy” realness)





you could not pay me to go down there. so blair witch.
i . . . there are no words.
but by my count,
the clockwork hung out with at least
8 women, 1 corgi, 1 braid of wool top,
and a felted alien.

only in california.

thanks again to the fiber trash girls and the woolydaisy for hosting the clockwork! edit: that was my 350th post!