I was really sick last fall, and really didn't have a lot of hope for my future. This wasn't a mood problem, it was existential. I had a deadly neurological injury and not too many prospects for recover. As you know, I had dislocated my neck in an unusual way and the neurosurgeons were not too excited about my chances. Thank G-d, I survived and actually even got a bit better.
In the midst of it, my husband's friend, who isobsessed who with interested in Scottish culture, found something online about a new knitting festival in Inverness, Scotland and mentioned it to The Amazing E. E printed the website out and gave it to me as a birthday present. It was a gift of hope. He promised he'd send me when I got better.
It's next month, and I have a plane ticket and hotel room booked. The folds at Virtual Yarns have told me that Alice Starmore is interested in meeting me! I'm excited.
I should be knitting my entry in the Nessie monster knitting contest. They're actually having a contest for that! I had an idea to spin my own yarn. Maybe I still will. Huh. Wouldn't that be something? I should get going on it.
In the midst of it, my husband's friend, who is
It's next month, and I have a plane ticket and hotel room booked. The folds at Virtual Yarns have told me that Alice Starmore is interested in meeting me! I'm excited.
I should be knitting my entry in the Nessie monster knitting contest. They're actually having a contest for that! I had an idea to spin my own yarn. Maybe I still will. Huh. Wouldn't that be something? I should get going on it.
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