It is dark. There is nothing you can see, nothing you can feel, nothing you can hear, nothing you can…
…but perhaps plenty you can smirk at – at my expense.
(That’s the last time I call the Knitting goddess a bitch.)
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Disaster!
A tale of woe regarding an expensive and now apparently ill-advised purchase of hardwood DPNs:
“I heard something.
A tiny something.
A tiny but unmistakable something.
I heard…
…a snap!
I looked down and there, in my left hand, dangled two severed ends of my very expensive and much-loved DPN… “