sticks, beads and strings
make wonderful, beautiful things

I knit

I knit and I knit and I knit. I read [tag]blogs[/tag] and knit, I knit and read blogs. Around and around and around I [tag]knit[/tag], knit, knit. I knit with a fixation rivaling someone with a prescription drug addiction‘s search for a complaisant physician. I knit long past teh point where a sane woman would have said “good night”. And finally the ball of [tag]yarn[/tag] gave up. I won. Now the [tag]poncho[/tag] only needs the trim.

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