2nd February 2018
Free pattern & Ramblings of a Middle Aged Woman
A huge box of wool arrived earlier last Tuesday. It was my day off, my lovely colleague Marya was working. Marya knows me well, she left the delivery untouched, apart from having a little peek. It’s my shop, I’m the boss and I get first dibs. First thing Wednesday morning I speedily unpacked bag after bag of the finest and most glorious New Zealand merino wool. No shopkeeper relishes a store devoid of customers but thankfully for me, and probably for anyone who dared to cross the threshold, I was totally alone. I fondled, snorted, cuddled and stroked ball after ball, of the probably the best merino wool in the world.