Money for old rope? I mean, yarn?

When you come to terms with the fact that you have knitted only 40 fish out of a projected 432, you get tired of counting them every time you finish one and feel the need for some instant gratification. I present to you my new art installation, destined I think for the Tate Modern and sure to make me a million by next Thursday, at least. I call it.....

"the Catch"

What do you think? The large expanse of white wall needed something to jazz it up, didn't it?
I present to you my second study, a still life entitled 'I can sleep anywhere'. Price on request.

(No, really, I couldn't part with her for any money. Willow on the other hand will accept payment in any type of prawn...)