Ever since I started reading Harry Potter, I have longed to knit like Mrs. Weasley, charming my needles to do all the work while I bustle about doing other things. As I work on a knit Christmas gift, worried I won’t finish in time to send it off, the longing has come to me several times in the last few weeks. But I know, charming the needles to knit for me takes all the fun out of it. I want the recipient of this knit gift to know that I appreciate her enough to knit and knit and knit for hours and hours on end, just for her. It’s a labor of love, after all.
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