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a lesson learned |
| I once had size seven straight needles in wood, a red wood polished in square columns that worked yarn well. I’ve since learned: Don’t leave knitting on the floor— one careless foot— SNAP! needle lies in pieces. I thought: glue but splintered ends catch at the yarn— that could not be. minute imperfections make a needle deficient, and erode a yarn’s worth with snags. so the project moved, to size seven straights in black— which the shop swore were shatterproof. and I almost believed. line count: 27 Prompt for: Jan 11, 2016 ▶︎ |