This poem is something from my past. My sister kept a copy. She recently scanned it and sent it to me.
My mum is an avid quilter. One sister is a sewer and a knitter. The other does needlepoint and cross-stitches. Needle-less to say–I still twiddle my hair.
[...] twiddle my hair. I used to have long hair and twiddle incessantly, but I have shorter hair now. I twiddle less. It [...]