On the Fringe

I don't think my daughter usually pays any attention to the knitting project I'm working on.  Not even, "Hey, that's a nice color."  After all these years of seeing needles in my hands, I think she's oblivious to what's actually on the needles.  In fact, she would be more likely to comment if I didn't have my knitting with me.

When she remarked on my current project, I was a bit surprised.

"Mom, are you knitting on fringe?"  She said it like I was working some kind of magic.  "No," I had to confess, "it's just my ends."  The illusion was shattered, and now I need to take a break from knitting to weave in a bunch of ends.