There were good times and there were bad times. There were times of success and times of ignoring the project hoping it would unravel itself. There were times of moving (to Colorado to Massachusetts to Pennsylvania to Massachusetts to Nepal to Massachusetts to Colorado), yet still no wearable garment sprung forth from our heroine's efforts. And then, one unseasonably cloudy day five years and 1500 miles from its inception...
emerged the tank top from our heroine's weary, blistered fingers. Success! And reinforcement of the need to boycott the creating of lace garments.
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