I started as just a simple ball of yarn, colorful and waiting in a basket. Then, your hands picked me up, and I could feel the excitement. You twisted and looped me into scarves, blankets, and little gifts. I felt your focus and creativity with every stitch, and over time, I became more than just yarn. I was part of something special—quiet nights, patience, and love put into everything you made.
Thursday, May 15, 2025
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