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	<title>Comments on: mother stitches art for son</title>
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	<description>handcraft in a hectic world</description>
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		<title>By: Glenda A</title>
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		<dc:creator>Glenda A</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 31 May 2009 04:16:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Doesn&#039;t this make his mother the artist?</description>
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		<title>By: &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Welcome to My Soapbox</title>
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		<dc:creator>&#187; Blog Archive &#187; Welcome to My Soapbox</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2009 14:00:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] This hibernating thought process of mine was awakened this morning when I read an article about a very loving and patient mother that is crocheting a giant structure for her son’s exhibit in an art gallery (someone else can borrow my soapbox for sons taking advantage of mothers) and the first sentence of the article reads, “What do you do with a broken crochet needle and a manic mother?” Well, first you need to FIND a crochet needle. It’s a hook. A crochet HOOK! By the by, you never do find out a) why it was broken and 2) what to do with one. You can find the two-sentence article here. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] This hibernating thought process of mine was awakened this morning when I read an article about a very loving and patient mother that is crocheting a giant structure for her son’s exhibit in an art gallery (someone else can borrow my soapbox for sons taking advantage of mothers) and the first sentence of the article reads, “What do you do with a broken crochet needle and a manic mother?” Well, first you need to FIND a crochet needle. It’s a hook. A crochet HOOK! By the by, you never do find out a) why it was broken and 2) what to do with one. You can find the two-sentence article here. [...]</p>
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