Some people say that some people say that you are a whim; some people say that this year also weaving what sweater; perhaps only you own clear, when the silver needle color line between the hands of dancing, the hearts of the joy of filling Peace; maybe weaving is a gift of a gift to a woman? When you pick up the needle and the moment, you are obsessed with it. A cup of tea, a ray of sunshine, lazy to hide in the sofa, listening to the needle and the yarn, a beautiful scarf in the thick love lingering gradually appear. Love, this precipitation into the eternal works.
