Beyond The Peach Pages

I dream of knitting, of making soft, comfy beanie hats for all of Tucson, even if I don't live there. 

And then, once I've made a million hats, I would find the tallest building there and toss them over like $100 bills, anticipating the people below running to and fro, collecting hat after hat and shrieking with joy. 

I would hope they would, simply because hats are the only things I know how to knit.