For saving a life under combat conditions!

We have two wool shops in town. I visited the “other one” for the first time since the stupid started. She KNOWS me – after 20 years as a customer.

The door was open so I popped my head in and said, “Can I come in without a mask on? I’m VERY healthy.”

She hesitated. Put her mask on and nodded.

A few minutes later, looking at the wool in my hand, she said, “When a customer touches a ball of wool, we’ve been told to quarantine that wool.”

All I could see was a ball of wool, all alone in a big, empty room, sobbing it’s woolly heart out :o(

So I saved it. And the entire family. All 10 balls came home with me. To be knitted into a gorgeous, warm winter cardigan!

Or an M.B.E…B.E.M…M.M…Damehood…Sirship. I’m NOT fussy :o)