The Twisted Ewe

I mean, yeah, we all used to hang out at the local yarn store when we were kids. Hardcore knitting contests. Embroidery burnouts in the back parking lot. Sock night. The end of season wool sale. But then we get a little older. Move on to woodwork and home brewing, American football. But luckily, you can always return to The Twisted Ewe. Where Joel picked up a new hobby (probably) and LD was gifted a cowl.