If someone had told me I’d spend a good part of my Spring Break knitting, I would have shaken my head in skepticism.
If someone told me I’d be knitting miniature owls for fun, I probably would have rolled my eyes. And shaken my head in skepticism.
Like any middle child, I blame it on my 4 sisters.
I’m afraid to admit it, but I am officially a groupie.
You know those people who faithfully follow a band and wait each year to see where they will be, when they will play, what their schedule is? The people who continuously refresh a band’s web page to see if it’s been posted yet?
I’m afraid I’m a groupie.
I keep checking this blog to see when their next pattern is coming out.
My needles are ready, the yarn is bought.
The cables are practiced.
I even know the name and general plan for the thing.
I’m a groupie.
It’s eye-rollingly funny.
Does it make it any less pathetic if they’re my sisters?