She looked so sexy with her sixteen cats that I just had to swipe right, but when she messaged me first quoting Monty Python, I knew it was Tinder love. Maybe on the first date...

If Twinkies grew on trees, as nature intended, then I would like to irrigate your fertile valley. When we make love, bring your own knitting equipment.

I have sewn my own destruction, and it looks like a cat sweater. I knitted matching pants too, because that’s what lovers do. My feelings for you melted in the ice cream cone, and I’m...

I know she is going on vacation, so I knitted her a sweater. It matches the bathing suit I knitted her, and it’s as revealing as my feelings for her.

We knit alone our life, before seeing by it our shroud. (Nous tricotons notre vie seule, Avant d’y voir notre linceul)

All those poor elves I haven’t set free yet, having to stay over during Christmas because there aren’t enough hats!

The man who has pajamas knitted to match those of his cat, must be a superior lover.” My grandpa died a virgin.

It’s me and you, or me and knitting. Don’t make me choose. Ugh, #love.

I’ll stand by you. And by stand I mean cower in your shadow. It’s probably cold there, so I’m going to knit myself a warm cat sweater to wear.