My best friend and I used to make up stories to tell one another about our lives. In one story, my friend referenced my growing knitting addiction on an extreme scale. He talked about how I would make him some potatoes and we could spend time in the house I knit...
Everyone knows knitting a house a human could efficiently live in is preposterous. The first time it rained, the house might felt and shrink in an awkward manner. The second or third time it would just mold. Very sad for a project so time consuming.
When his birthday rolled around a few months later, I HAD to do something cutesy, so I knit him a house...
SJ
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