The following is a true story. It was told to me at knit night on Wednesday. I will do my best to recount the story as it was told to me. Names have been changed.
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It was a February evening in southern Minnesota. A monthly hand-spinners get-together was just breaking up, spilling its chattering crowd, like a tumbled basket of yarn, into the snowy streets.
Such a delightful tale that I simply had to share!
Haha! Love it!
Me too
Wonderful story and a lovely way to start the day with a big smile:) Knitters are lovely people.
Isn’t though …. I love it!
hahaha, love it.
Thanks for the reblog.
You’re welcome and truly loved the story
Thank you Tina,
For sharing. It was a really good story, and totally believable too