chunky newspaper boy hat for my mil...the yarn i happened to pick up the other day while in joann fabrics...i don't get to see the season's change anymore*frown/pout*i miss the sound of the crumpling leaves beneath my feet...the smell of the brisk air...the different colored tree leaves while driving throughout the mountains...just a few things i was thinking about while knitting this up...possibly it was partially due to the color of yarn i chose...well i hope she enjoys it and it keeps her head warm...
i hate to capitalize when i'm writting...shit i hate to punctuate as well...i'm a welder/fabricator by trade...i'm very sentimental...and have an old soul...at times i cuss like a sailor...i still love being a child and i refuse to grow up...
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