While picking up my mom on Wednesday in Kahului, we passed a teen clothing store with a bulky knit scarf draped around a pointy headless mannequin. "That is backwards. Can't they see it is backwards?" We marched into the store and informed the tiny surprised salesgirls that the scarf was displayed backwards. They did not care, but reversed it anyway. I actually wanted to buy it, but my mother said, "A knitter does not buy a scarf! You will buy yarn and knit it yourself!"
So I did.
So I did.
Knitting with size 13 needles is like knitting with the legs of a small animal. That is probably how bulky knitting was invented.
The infink and I have been left alone while my mom and the kiddo are dropped off at the airport. Suddenly Leif has stopped screaming and going boneless and refusing to eat, and is dancing and laughing and slurping noodles again. I guess he hates holidays and family togetherness.
I'll keep him anyway.
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