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And now, a little picture I like to call "Revenge of the Bad Hair"; the yarn-dyeing exercises are obviously escalating to a dangerous stage.
I would also like to state, for the record, that I did not knit that ludicrous sweater with the skates on; it's something commercial my cousin gave me that I wear around to events where I'm not sure how warm the room will end up being, because if I take it off somewhere and lose it, well, no tears will be shed. (So far, alas, I have not succeeded in ditching it.)
I would also like to state, for the record, that I did not knit that ludicrous sweater with the skates on; it's something commercial my cousin gave me that I wear around to events where I'm not sure how warm the room will end up being, because if I take it off somewhere and lose it, well, no tears will be shed. (So far, alas, I have not succeeded in ditching it.)