Knit night at the wine bar….
It was dark at the bar and I couldn’t see.
It was loud at the bar and I couldn’t hear.
It was smoky at the bar and I couldn’t smell.
I’d had one too many drinks and I could no longer taste.
But… I could still feel enough to knit – and people – I knit lace! Uncomplicated lace – but lace nonetheless.
And there is proof.
Here’s to another year of Good Life, Good Friends, Good Wool, and Good Wine!
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