crochet impuni

Consider, friends, the Impkin.
I’m sure you, just like all of us, have seen one out of the corner of your eye from time to time, racing from hiding place to nook or cranny. Odd little creatures of stitch and stuffing, of endless variety in form and manner . . . though usually a bit shy where most humans are concerned. They generally remain quite still when in view and only move about when they can do so freely without concerning their crafters or other human guests. But when they have the chance, they travel widely, diving into piles of yarn to pass into the space between or traveling through established stitchdoors, all to meet with each other in the Impkingdom hidden between the walls of the world.