Craft Fair

I helped my sister at the local holiday craft fair.  There were snowmen, necklaces, carmel corn, wooden ornaments, and all the other odds and ends that you would expect in a rural village event.  My sister is an incredible artist with a crochet hook and turns out unique and beautiful items.  I'm slowly getting back in shape with my knitting needles. 

The best part about the day is getting to see old friends.  I haven't been very active in my community in close to 25 years and I had forgotten how nice it felt to come home.  In between selling hats and knitting an eternity scarf I took one step closer to Kay. 

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