Claire And The Knitting Needles

Once upon a time their lived a ninety year old lady named Claire Kitson who lived out in the beautiful and bustling city of Edinburgh, Scotland. Claire had a love for knitting and also wearing Tartan. Her hair was white and curly and her eyes were as blue as the ocean.

One morning in the summer in the middle of July, Claire woke up to the bright yellow sun shining, the birds like chickadees, robins, and blue jays chirping and the clear blue sky. She ate a bowl full of oatmeal, an orange and drank a cup of English breakfast tea while wondering what she should spend her day doing. She used to work as a Social Worker but since being retired she always tried to keep busy with a smile on her face. She hated just sitting in her house and watching TV. In her opinion TV was for losers. She suddenly sat up and realized she hadn’t been to the public gardens so far this summer. So after enjoying a lovely breakfast and reading the newspaper she made some peanut butter and jam sandwiches, she grabbed her purse and headed out to the public gardens. She didn’t drive anymore so took the bus. The bus ride was enjoyable. Her favorite seat was the window seat and she always enjoyed sitting and looking out the window. One thing she hated was people chewing bubble gum on the bus. She also hated people coming on to the bus wearing headphones. The final thing she hated was people using cell phones on the bus. But Claire she had no time to think about the things she disliked. She had to focus on the positives and always be happy and live life to the fullest. After arriving at her destination Claire happily walked around the gardens in awe admiring all of the beautiful flowers like roses and tulips and smelling all of the scents in the air. She felt as if she were in heaven. Finally she felt as if it were time to sit down and rest her feet, so she sat down on a bench. She decided to do some knitting. She was a person who liked to knit for charity. She made toques for cancer patients in hospitals. Well after searching in her bag Claire was dismayed. She could not find her knitting needles. Oh no! Now what should she do. She had this desire to be knitting and the desire would not leave her. Suddenly she glanced for some odd unknown reason at the empty space surrounding her on the bench and to her amazement there sat a pair of knitting needles and some yarn as if they had been placed waiting for her. Her frail hands picked up the knitting needles and she began to knit. With that she disappeared.

She was in a new strange unknown land where everything was made out of the knitting. The houses were made out knitting, so was the grass, the sky and the trees. And all around her people were knitting. She then gave a gasp the people were also made out of knitting. As soon as she gasped people heard her. Now she was surrounded by knitted people.

A young girl spoke to her and said

“Leave now before it is too late”

“I don’t know how to leave” said Claire.

An old man spoke

“If you don’t leave you to will soon look like us”

“How do I leave then” asked Claire?

No body answered her. They all went back to their knitting. What was Claire to do? She didn’t want to become a knitted person the rest of her life and live in Knitting Land. She decided to go for a walk as walking always seemed to solve problems. She began walking around Knitting Land. She wandered in the forest and came upon a cabin that looked out of place for this cabin was not made from knitting. This cabin was made from wood. She walked up to the door and knocked three times nice and loud.

The door was opened by a lady with a very long nose and pointy ears. Her feet were knitting needles and her fingers were knitting pointers. Her eyes were made from stich counters and her teeth were made from yarn. All together she was one strange looking lady. She gave a smile and said

“My name is Cheryl, welcome stranger to knitting land a land I created where eventually everyone and everything turns into knitting.

“What can I do for you”?

“I want to know” said Claire “how to get home”.

“You can’t” said Cheryl with an evil laugh “once you enter Knitting Land you are mine forever and ever”.

“But isn’t there any way I might go home”.

“Hmmm well no”.

So Claire left the woods and found herself back in the village where all people did was knit. To keep preoccupied she would knit as well which might sound like irony as all you could do was knit in Knitting Land. The days and nights felt like Groundhog Day and Claire fell into a state of depression. She missed her beloved Scotland. She missed walking in the public gardens. She wanted to be doing other activities then just knitting all the time. She also wondered when the day would come when she would be turned into a knitted person.

Well Cheryl finally made her move. One day Cheryl stepped into the village. She walked over to where Claire sat knitting and said

“Today is the day that you become a knitted person forever and ever”. She lifted her fingers and began to cast a spell when someone whispered “if you truly want to ever see your homeland again say something quickly that you love more than knitting”. By this point Cheryl was almost finished her spell on Claire. Claire had already slowly begun to change but before Cheryl had a chance to finish her spell Claire with a gleam in her eyes screamed

“I love walking in the gardens more than knitting”.

She suddenly found herself back on the bench in the public gardens. Beside her sat the knitting needles and yarn but she did not touch them. She jumped up and went straight home. Several months went by until Claire felt as if she could get back into knitting. Now today Claire still knits and fondly tells anyone and everyone who will listen, her story the story on Claire and the knitting needles.

What do you ask happened to the knitting needles and yarn well that my friend is another story.

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