This happy little puzzle was given to me by Rhen and Jessica for my birthday. I adore ever single inch of it–because it’s so positively me.
Me, I tell you–from head to toe, floor to ceiling, side to side and every other which way.
I mean–look at those containers of crochet hooks—
just like mine!
Look at that very busy, very colorful sewing machine—
just like mine!
Look at all of the yarn stacked up all over the room…
just like mine!!
Look at all the fun jars and flowers and mugs and more yarn on the shelves…
just like mine!
Look at all that grey curly hair….ahem…only without the curls—
just like mine!
Even the funny little hand winding the pink yarn is…
just like mine!
So, it should be perfectly simple to see why I LOVE this puzzle–right?
Because it’s positively perfect–right?
Welllllll, there was one teeny tiny thing about this puzzle that was not quite perfect. It was the name. Originally, it was called…
Grandma’s Knitting World.
Ummmm…WHATTTT?! How can this be?!
Obviously THAT was a serious type-o.
Knitting?!! HA! I think not.
But don’t worry…
I know a guy named WhiteOut…
and he can fix anything.
Now…
everything is as it should be…
and all is right with the world.

































