Young Reporter: Crochet Season is Here! Juliet Raczkiewicz - St Phils
It’s six-thirty in the evening, the sunlight which illuminates the grey concrete city you reside in is long gone, leaving behind only the stretch of shadows and the flickering warm glow of street-lamps outside of your bedroom window. By your side you feel the comforting and warm presence of a furry friend, perhaps a cat, as the aroma of your cinnamon candle fills the heavenly ecosystem that is your bed. You are about to press play once again on your annual rewatch of your favourite show when you realise… there's something missing. It’s too early to cement your body in the light caress of a half asleep and half ‘I’m definitely paying attention to this show’ state; yet too late to get any substantial work done (or at least, that's what you tell yourself). Well, I’ve got the perfect solution for you… crochet!
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It’s six-thirty in the evening, the sunlight which illuminates the grey concrete city you reside in is long gone, leaving behind only the stretch of shadows and the flickering warm glow of street-lamps outside of your bedroom window. By your side you feel the comforting and warm presence of a furry friend, perhaps a cat, as the aroma of your cinnamon candle fills the heavenly ecosystem that is your bed. You are about to press play once again on your annual rewatch of your favourite show when you realise… there's something missing. It’s too early to cement your body in the light caress of a half asleep and half ‘I’m definitely paying attention to this show’ state; yet too late to get any substantial work done (or at least, that's what you tell yourself). Well, I’ve got the perfect solution for you… crochet!
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