Did you know that I could knit?
Another of my weak tea successes.
When my mentally ill readers are not either reading my blog or taking their anti psychotic pills they may be knitting all alone in their unheated homes.
I can knit!
My grand mother taught me to knit when I was five years old.
I learned how to read a pattern, knit socks, knit Intarsia, knit a sort of free form, improvised Fair Isles technique. I knitted myself an Aran sweater.
I pride myself for knitting intuitively and not having to follow a pattern.
Spent the day at the farmers market. Farmers market folk seem to be very nice people indeed.
Here’s something I knitted earlier:
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