My granddaughter showed me a picture of a pink sweater she liked. Isn't it a gift when someone shares with you their likes and dislikes?
This sweater was a charmer, with clusters of crocheted cherries scattered over it. Isn't a child's wish a siren call to spring into action?
It took a few months to find a pink sweater that was the right color. Isn't pink a happy color?
And it took a little longer to crochet cherries and leaves. Isn't it exhilarating to learn something new?
And a little longer to stitch them on in just the right spots? Isn't it strange that it takes planning to make things look randomly placed?
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