As a child, I knew what it was to receive ugly, scratchy, ill-fitting knitwear. My great-grandmother's sweaters, for example, were notorious for pulling our ears off in the struggle to get the neck down over our noggins.
My mother would grit her teeth and tug mightily to no avail, and the resultant scrapes on our ears would burn and sting from the woolly friction.
According to the postal clerk, the new knitting stamps are going over just about as well.
Apparently, people are saying, "Is that all you have?" or "Don't you have any pretty stamps?"
Jeez--don't they know how long fair isle knitting it takes?
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
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