I knit
I knit and I knit and I knit. I read blogs and knit, I knit and read blogs. Around and around and around I knit, 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 yarn gave up. I won. Now the poncho only needs the trim.
















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