It all began here...with a kit I found in the back of a magazine.
(My introduction to the world of real sheep) Probably a whole weeks wages... and my very first don't ask/don't tell how it came to be in my possession. Before this, I had knit a sweater or two which interestingly always ended up in my sister's closet... but the real addiction began with this kit. Another sister introduced me to a real yarn shop in the city and a die hard knitter was born. Eventually I discovered acrylic is best for children..as the fate of this sweater ends tragically. Not shrinking as one might think, but with a substance known to grown-ups as axle grease. Boys play a particular game where each other is "camouflaged" (?) Tragic. In the emergency room where I took my son's to have this substance removed from their eyes, ear canals and nasal passages (!) all the nurses took turns voicing sympathy over the untimely death of the sweaters. : ( Jerome age 4 (?) is my oldest son, (now 29 ys old) shown at the beginning of his sweater modeling duties for mom.
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