Madame Defarge Has Left the Building

Something dark and sinister came over me.
For two days, anytime I was sitting, I was weaving in ends with a purpose.
Quietly bent over in thought, seemingly oblivious to my surroundings, my hands worked in a monotonous rhythm that unnerved some.


To those around me I seemed to be a calm housewife catching up on chores, but there was an intensity about my work that may have disquieted them.

Until the guillotine came down on the last strand.

The ends are done. The Road to Golden sweater is finished and The Twinkle Hoodie is awaiting the crazy-big buttons in the mail. They look good… seriously good. It’s almost like my knitwear is sending some kind of message

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