So much knitting….

Last Friday when I woke up and tiptoed into the living room, someone was there before me. Someone was sitting on the big red couch, quiet and alert. It was a knitter. A pint-sized knitter, my Little Belle. She'd made … Continue reading

So much knitting….

Last Friday when I woke up and tiptoed into the living room, someone was there before me. Someone was sitting on the big red couch, quiet and alert. It was a knitter. A pint-sized knitter, my Little Belle. She'd made … Continue reading