Tales from the Thread:Cherie

At design school today, Bella grabbed the blue yarn ball it got tangled right when I needed it to measure my ribbon trim. The teacher scolded her. I told her it was fine but she sagged all the way down the hall, carrying guilt like it was stitched into her shoulders.

I nudged Poppy and whispered, “Cats don’t carry guilt like that. If you hiss at us, we cringe for a second, lick our paws, then move on. Guilt’s not a collar we keep wearing.”

Poppy laughed, her tail swishing. “You’re right, Cherie. A tangled yarn is just another pattern waiting to happen.”

Still, before dessert I told Poppy,

“Maybe we should send Dovie a purr tonight. Cats don’t carry guilt, but we can carry others with good thoughts when they need it .”

And with that, the blueberry mousse on our crooked table tasted even sweeter. 💙

🍨 Tonight’s Dessert

Blueberry mousse served in tiny glass cups, topped with whipped cream clouds and one sugared violet on each. Light as a dream, sweet as forgiveness.

🌟 Imagination Action

Imagine a ball of yarn in your hands — soft, knotted, colorful. Instead of pulling it tight, try loosening it gently. What does it turn into? A scarf? A net for stars? Draw it, write it, or dream it.