I love paper hearts, red knitted hearts, glittery hearts. This year, I didn't knit anything in particular for Valentine's Day. I am still stuck on the cashmere. (Yeah, I know. So terrible! I am not even going to start talking about it because it will make me angry all over again.)
I legitimately used to be on the other side, before meeting Mr. Cutthroat. I used to think that the holiday solely devoted to love was a waste of a day. At that point, no one ever bought be flowers. No one ever spent 3 hours trying to get me the best damn Taylor Swift tickets one can ever get. No one ever made me a Barbie cake for my birthday. No one ever washed and beat my fiber. Wow. That sounds terrible.Let's be honest: even if I didn't have my husband, I would be celebrating my love for my spinning wheel. I really, really love that thing. If this was a different era, I might have considered marrying it. Actually, what am I thinking? It is a girl spinning wheel and that would just be wrong! (Note sarcasm.)
When this bearded hunk walked into my life, I was happy to have Valentine's Day. I hope cupid and the lovebirds can forgive me for being an enemy for so long. Now, I have embraced my love for glittery hearts. Today, I wrote a pattern for some beautiful knit hearts. I am not sure what I will use them for yet. And, since I swore a blood oath to knit only the cashmere, I decided to write patterns instead. Even now, I am trying to celebrate my love for my husband and yarn, although not equally, I am haunted this stupid cashmere yarn.
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