Hi, my name’s Franklin. I teach knitting for a living. No, seriously. Next year I’ll be going to at least a dozen or so fiber festivals, large and small, and I’ll be paid to go to every one of them. That’s my job. I fly to interesting places where knitters have gathered, and spend entire days talking to them about knitting as we play with pretty yarn. Then I get money.

This is every bit as much an ordeal as you might imagine, which is to say not very much of an ordeal. Pop divas and people who review world-class spa resorts for a living may have a slightly fancier good time at work, but I don’t have to date male models or pretend I like eating watercress and tofu for dinner, so it all evens out.

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