I heard somewhere that you know you're beginning to grasp a foreign language when you dream or think in that language.
I dreamed in French one night (and one night only) in 1988 during French 101.
The night I learned to knit, I dreamed of knitting the knit stitch all night.
Victoria and I were united yesterday. Last night I dreamed of my feet on the treadle. During the day, I find myself thinking about the motion of the treadle.
I don't think I'll ever fully grasp knitting or spinning, but I think I've got a lot more sweet dreams ahead.
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I will have to comment, so you don't get lonely or sad. I was reading my LYS blog there you were, showing your completed felted bag and it is so cute. I may have to have that pattern myself. Good luck with Victoria.
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