A Crime of Yarn
So, I got mugged on my way home the other night. I'm fine, the guy just got my purse and ran, and now I get to go through the hassle of replacing everything. I'm still kind of mad about the little things that were in the purse that I won't get back - the library book that I was really enjoying, the two tupperware that were the perfect size for lunch, the vitamins, the makeup.After the obligatory six hours spend talking to the police, my credit card companies, my mother and crying my head off, I was pretty much fine. I still am pretty much fine. I'm just pissed. I was complaining to a friend about the other stuff I lost. A gap card that had $20 on it, a CVS card with a couple of sodas worth on it, my library cards-
"Wait... he didn't get your knitting, did he?"
Only a knitter would say that. He didn't but she was afraid for my yarn! A good knitting buddy is someone who understands the tragedy of having a partial Denise kit.
Of course, if I'd had my knitting, I could have stabbed him with a needle. Knitting needle beats a gun, right?
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