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The Last Knit

This is such a great little movie from youtube (almost 7 minutes long, so hang on).

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Anonymous said…
This is great!! I like the irony..

perhaps she will develop carpal tunnel syndrome from all that knitting.

Rich
Anonymous said…
Isn't that funny? It's kind of funny and sick at the same time though, because knitters really can be like that. You can get so caught up in the rythym of the needles that everything else fades away. There comes a point when you just want to chuck the whole thing over the cliff--applies to most things, I guess.

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