There is, I regret to inform you, literally nothing preventing you from waking up one morning and deciding ‘I must knit an entire bag full of marshmallows before I can know peace in this world.’ Nothing save your good sense and sense of restraint.

And we all know I’m not overly blessed with either of those.

Which is how I find myself surrounded by a small but growing pile of knitted marshmallows. Send help. Or toasting forks.