Another Story for 5/3/17 by Sally Stackhouse
‘Oh, look George, baby alpacas, aren’t they gorgeous.’
Anne smiled at her two year old. He waved his arms and called out to the animals. They were too busy chomping on the grass. Anne would purchase a skein of their wool from the tourist shop when they finished their farm tour. It would knit up lovely although rather expensive.
What could she make and who for? Oh, maybe she could actually knit something for herself this time instead of always giving it away to other people. She knew it wasn’t always appreciated, not the time nor the effort involved.