When she woke up in the morning she went straight to her knitting basket to admire her little birds, but they were gone. It seemed that they had flown away. She looked high and low for her precious birds. Alas, she found them.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Once upon a time...
in a land far, far away there lived an obsessed knitter. She would knit and knit forgoing any laundry, vacuuming and dusting. When she wasn't knitting she was day dreaming about knitting. When she wasn't day dreaming about knitting she was on the Internet searching for new things to knit. One day she came upon a pattern for bird ornaments. She dropped everything she was doing and began knitting like a mad woman. She knit day and night and even into the wee hours of the morning. Now, she was forgoing sleep, but it was all in the name of knitting which she thought was a good cause. She had knit six of these little birds and her fingers (especially the one she had stitches in) were starting to become weak. Finally, in this moment of weakness, she put down her needles and went to bed.