I love maroons and cranberries and burgundies. I'm thinking about turning my hair into a nice deep burgundy. Then everyone will know whose daughter I am. You can always pick my mom out in a crowd.
"Who's your mom?"
"The lady with the fiery red hair."
"Oh yeah. I saw her."
I made a mostly sincere promise to myself that I won't buy anymore yarn until I use up half of my current stash. I've been working on this scarf for months. At the rate I'm going, I won't buy my next skein for another five years!
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