There was a knitter who took her knitting to Atlanta and asked the nice bartender to bring her something 'native'.
It's called a Bell Ringer or something like a Peach Martini or something very much like a Fuzzy Navel.
Yum.
The Hotel that the knitter stayed at had many signs scattered about resembling this one.
She went to a fancy dining room for lunch and met some lovely people who asked her to do something new and exciting!
She took a class and learned a lot of knitting design type stuff with a lot of other nice knitters.
Oh yeah, she picked up a copy of the newly released book (or three) that had a pair of socks that she designed in them.
And she was very, very happy.
May I present, "Dreamin' of Tulips".
The End.
{And when she tried to blog about it, her family and the dog bothered her and the computer gave her grief as well.} Knit on, my friends, knit on!
1 comment:
I like the story and the socks. Congratulations. :)
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