In which a broke teenage knitter with champagne tastes knits, plots unethical yarn aquisition methods, and feels lonely because no one else seems to understand why sock yarn is really worth that much. Other skills include the ability to knit, make perfect French toast and talk on the phone at the same time.
Antisocial teen ponders her eternal broke-ness, her knitting, her feminism, and how they always get her into hot water in the end. A dash of snark all 'round keeps it lively.
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