Gansey Gloves Pattern

Sonnet 130

My customer’s sighs bring clouds that blot the sun;
Her knitting’s seeming errors pain her head;
She comes to me for help: “See what I’ve done!”
(She hadn’t swatched her gauge as I had said.)
She hung her head, and tears she sought to fight.
“No fear!” I said. “Your problem won’t take weeks
To fix at all! I soon will make it right!”
The knitter’s found the respite that she seeks.
My fingers fly; they know just how to go,
And soon the problem’s fixed, the knitting’s sound.
The knitter has stopped making sighs of woe;
Her love of knitting will once more abound.
She buys more yarn and leaves walking on air,
Knowing that the yarn shop ladies care.



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