A Crisp Ribbon with missy

A spool of woven gold baker’s twine was trailing aimlessly over the edge of a rustic bread crate. Utter chaos, frankly. I paused, taking in the neat row of freshly baked sesame twists nearby. Precision required an intervention. Stepping onto the coarse woven basket, I caught the loose golden tail beneath my sneaker and rolled the wooden bobbin backward with one measured flick. The tangled thread pulled taut, looping neatly around a decorative dried wheat sheaf. Order restored, without breaking a sweat. I leaned against the warm timber, entirely satisfied.