October 21st, 2012


and this is already four years old - he probably chocked on a scrapbook

Filling my lung with more crippling dust, I just sandpapered down my wooden chopsticks to try and make knots in the lone bundle of cheap acrylic wool that m hasn't given away.

Then I went back to the computer and googled and despite (because of?) my constant, insatiable crafting urges agreed: The knitting craze is the death of both alternative culture and feminism. ... the concept of radical knitting is as absurd as radical dusting or radical toilet cleaning ...

*back to looking at craft photos*