I have decided to be honest with you all. For as long as the boutique has been open, I have been unravelling everything I make. Not the things you have bought, I promise, but the things I have not been able to sell, and the things that came back, and the things that sat too long on a shelf looking at me. It is a compulsion, and I do not know where it comes from.
I think I fear the moment a thing is done. A finished jumper must go out into the world, and the world is a place of dogs and washing machines. A ball of yarn, however, is safe. It can be anything. I am sorry if this comes as a shock. I will continue to make beautiful things. I will simply, in the dark, continue to take them apart.
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