There was a library. (Yes, a library. Y'know - big rooms, lots of books, no talking and women with their hair pulled up into tight buns at the nape of their necks? One of those.)
And a little girl.
The little girl basically lived in the How To section of the library. The librarians all saw her passing her summers curled up in the little yellow armchair with a stack of How To books piled up beside her. They were thin books, with bright pictures, and she poured through them like they knew everything about the world. (To be fair, some of them were pretty awesome - like that How To Make a Ship in a Bottle. That was pretty sweet.)
Then one day, the little girl opened a new book while she was on her yellow armchair. It was a book called How To Knit.
The little girl kinda-sorta knew how to crochet. When she was eight, she had stayed up until midnight and bullied her mother's friend into teaching her how. But knitting! She did not know how to knit, and this new skill intrigued her.
The little girl hid the How To Knit book in her mother's stack of library checkout books, and happily whisked it away home.
When they got home, the little girl had to go looking for all the magical elements to knit with. She started with substitutions.
Pencils for needles. Shoelaces for yarn.
Eventually this addiction to magical elements led to this little girl learning how to knit for real. And since she's grown up a bit since then, and is in college, not so little, and with less time, but more creativity than ever...this is her blog.
Or mine, rather.
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