Dear cheap acrylic yarn from Wal-Mart,

Have I told you lately how much I love you?

You survive the rigors of being loved by a child. You come in many, many colors, both sane and insane. You are the perfect medium for granny squares, traditional and not, and the afghans they become. You make it possible to do work that I adore beyond measure, even in the months when the car needs fixed.

I may hang around with those fancy wools from time to time, but you’ll always be my best friend, the one whose known me since childhood, the one who is there even if we don’t talk for a while, the one thing in my crafting life that is irreplaceable. And I love you.

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