Rereading 1984 recently reminded me of driving out to Vancouver Island as a child. We camped on the beach. I hid a starfish in the trunk of the car to take home with us. My father was not pleased three days later when he found the source of the bad smell. Then the Trans-Canada was…
Except it’s not tinfoilIt’s red yarn, andIt keeps Nazis away I don’t talk about my knitting a lot because mostly it’s something I do for myself. But I’m casting on a new project tonight, and if you’ve like to join me, the pattern can be found at: https://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/melt-the-ice-hat Proceeds of the purchase price go to…