Samedi, Dix-neuf, Mai

I have been reading the Yarn Harlot's book, Stephanie Pearl-McPhee Casts Off. It hasn't taken long for me to realize she knows me. She knows my attitudes, knitting habits, slang, desperation, irritations. She knows my favorite gifts to give and receive. Drat it all. If she knows me this well, then everyone who reads her book knows me too. And everyone who knits knows me. I am completely exposed. Naked. Without a skein to hide behind. There is nothing left for it but to give up knitting.

The funeral will be held on Monday.

Gifts of yarn will be accepted in lieu of flowers.

Closed casket.

Open bar.