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I think my nesting form of choice has been knitting.  There is just something about it.  I am self taught so each project I complete is like a little celebration for me.  Every time I go to the knitting shop I soak up bits of new information.  The last time I went I had the lady show me how this wooden contraption worked.  She called it a swift and I remembered that I had seen one in Tony’s grandma’s laundry room tucked way back on a shelf.  I did a little borrowing from her and wa-la–I am a swifting machine.




A few side notes:

–I have had a rather nasty cold the last few days, so I highly recommend knitting and hot tea together

–Dakota so knows better than to take anything off the table, but she wanted her spotlight on the blog…so, she’s cute this time, but next time…