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I guess there is a cold front floating around. For Montana, this means it’s been below 15 for a week. (By the way, don’t complain about the cold in Montana; you will be seen as a wimp for the rest of your life. You could be Macgyver but if you get a chill… Make a coat out of paper clips and nail polish before you complain.)
When I get cold, I knit. I don’t knit well, I just knit. I’ve made one sweater. I put it on and people laughed. I guess I can gain 40 lbs and still wear it.
I like scarves. They are long rectangles. There is nothing tricky. I have a lot of scarves.
But I’ve been wanting some matching hats. Hats are tricky. The actual knitting isn’t, but the sizing is. I made one hat that I love but supposedly it’s a bit large as well. I’ve been asked if I sell pot while wearing it. (I request a medical card before I answer. So far no one has had one.)
I stop knitting when it gets above 30. No matter where I am in a project. When you stop a project for 6 months, it can be difficult to pick it up again. I usually end up with a gap in the tension. Luckily that’s why there are decorative buttons.
I just pulled out my knitting again. I have no idea what I was planning to make with the yarn I own. It’s beautiful yarn but I have no idea why I have 2 skeins of red and one of orange. And did I plan on wearing those together?
Would it be wrong to call the store I bought them from in January and see if the owner remembers me and the skeins I bought and why I bought them? If she was a really good shop owner, shouldn’t she remember every single customer she has for, let’s say, a two year period?
This is why I never want to own a store. It’s too much pressure.