
Before Christmas and all the holiday stuff, mom was knitting like a fiend. Apparently she makes socks for all of her friends every year. All I know is that I find the yarn intoxicating. I've now figured out where she keeps it and occasionally pull out a skein or two just for fun - you know, tossing it in the air, whipping it side to side in my teeth, or just diving in for destruction.

(thanks to the kitties for reminding me how much fun this is)
Love,
Bogart
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