When life gives you lemons, hold a contest and give away free lemonade, I always say.
So here's the deal. The person to come up with the FUNNIEST reason why this Blue Shimmer project is such a disaster, will recieve the Santa Claus stocking pattern that Halcyon Yarns accidentally mailed me, instead of the size zero circular I desperately need.
Just leave your reason in the comments. I'll pick the one that makes me snort my Monday morning tea out my nose, and mail it out.
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Satan and Santa Clause are warring for control of your soul; the Shimmer is just their earthly vessel.
(That was I, Teresa, who forgot to post her name)
The knitting Goddess got drunk one night from the dye they use to make that bunny-fur yarn, and started to giggle... "0 size needles? This wench wants to make a sweater out of 0 sized needles? When the whole world is knitting engorged dead dinosaur yarn on sized whoopty-twelve needles, she's knitting mutant sheep fur on sized 0 needles? This wench thinks she can outcrazy the most whacked out Goddess to ever loft a loop? I'll show her crazy...by pattern, needle, and holy wool, I'll show her f-ing crazy...SHAZAM. How's that Christmas stocking coming, sweetheart?" And then she laughed like an insane Goddess drunk on bunny-fur dye. Buuuhhaaahaaahaaahaaa. The End.
I think it's Freud's ghost getting even because you said mean things about his 'needle' a few months ago. Or something.
Or perhaps the Blue Shimmer has joined the baby and cat in the world domination struggle. They've bewitched it to drive you slowly insane. I think they're succeeding...
Cos it's a bitch of a pattern???
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