We walk unseen among you. We possess both “Y” chromosomes and knitting needles. We’re equally at home in a yarn shop and a gentleman’s club. When admiring exceptional décolletage, we may find ourselves distracted by the softness of a mohair sweater as it clings to the complex curves of your bust. If we ask to touch that delicate fabric, rest assured we do want to experience the fabric. But that probably isn’t all we want to touch. We are men. We love women. And we knit.
Monday, January 31, 2011
A nice way to start the week
I arrived at the office this morning and found this on my windowsill.
It wasn't yet open on Friday. This makes for a nice start to the week.
~TSMK
Your post gave me a smile because it reminded me of my grandmother, Bettie. She taught me to knit when I was 6. And she LOVED a winter amaryllis. Thanks for the warm memory.
Your post gave me a smile because it reminded me of my grandmother, Bettie. She taught me to knit when I was 6. And she LOVED a winter amaryllis.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the warm memory.