The Strathaven residents knit the past. So much of the past that the past has become
The Knitting Room.
Why?
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There's something about a knitted cake that just freaks me the fuck out.
Maybe because it's borderline psychotic? I hope these people knitted a fucking therapist for themselves. Because sometimes doing nothing is a lot better than acting crazy...
At least they have a knitted bible to bring them spiritual succour.
Can you get hair balls from eating knitted food?
You'd actually have knit balls then, wouldn't you?
They could knit some balls for the guy who got his ripped off
My mum collects beanie babies and other annoying gonks and fluff-monsters. I was just trying to clarify exactly what it was that horrified me so much about these pictures...then I realised. They remind me of the living room.
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