wooltribe: Sometimes she just turns her back on an unpleasant reality.
wooltribe: She strives to be cheerful. A hologram can be cheerful! It helps to be wearing a cashmere jumper under her Aran cardigan.
wooltribe: If she's a hologram, is her Aran cardigan a holgram? is her pretty beret a hologram? She must touch herself!
wooltribe: Mrs. Irina Cardigowa continues to be troubled by the idea that she is just a hologram in a holographic world. She must constantly touch herself to make sure she's real.
wooltribe: "Then we...i mean, they!...will steal the pretty blue cardigans and leave the women of the No Cardigan Club tied up in the remnants of their fishing nets."
wooltribe: "Maybe the members of the Red Cardigan Club will bring big garden shears to cut apart the fishing nets of the members of the Blue Cardigan Club."
wooltribe: "Maybe I am. Maybe I'm not."
wooltribe: "Am I a spy from the Red Cardigan Club who has infiltrated the Blue Cardigan Club?"
wooltribe: The editor-in-chief has had enough sorrow for seven lifetimes.
wooltribe: "If there's a spy in the Blue Cardigan Club - and I suspect there is - we will find her!"
wooltribe: "Perhaps I'm a member of the Red Cardigan Club who is a spy in the Blue Cardigan Club? Or perhaps I'm a member of the Blue Cardigan Club who is a spy in the Red Cardigan Club? Or perhaps I'm a Shetland wool girl in a Shetland wool world?"
wooltribe: "I think I look cute in a bowtie. Don't you? This is the outfit I'll wear the night of the raid. I'll also look cute in a red cardigan I've stolen from a woman wrapped in a fishing net."
wooltribe: "Perhaps the members of the Blue Cardigan Club will be waiting with big fishing nets for the women of the Red Cardigan Club to swarm through the door. We'll see who gets their cardigans taken off."
wooltribe: "The Blue Cardigan Club is of the opinion that the members of the Red Cardigan Club are arrogant fools who think they're better sweatered than anyone else."
wooltribe: "There are rumors swirling around that the Red Cardigan Club is going to attack the Blue Cardigan Club. Hmmmm... We will see what comes to pass."
wooltribe: "I'm going to stroke the pearl buttons now."
wooltribe: "Don't you think this mohair cardigan is pretty?"
wooltribe: "This is actually a mohair cardigan. Could you please turn away? I'm going to make out with it for a while."
wooltribe: "I'm just looking for someone else with a cardigan fetish."
wooltribe: "If I'm not wearing or carrying a wool cardigan, I start to shake."
wooltribe: "My cardigan fetish is so severe I must always wear or carry a wool cardigan."
wooltribe: "I'm proud of my cardigan fetish."
wooltribe: "I have a cardigan fetish."
wooltribe: "Do you like my white boots? They're different, aren't they?"
wooltribe: "I'm so excited about the future I'm jumping for joy!"
wooltribe: "I remain a harbinger of the future."
wooltribe: "Hi, it's Liz again. I know you didn't forget me!"
wooltribe: "We're going to the mansion where the Blue Cardigan Club holds its meetings. We'll wrestle the members to the floor, strip off their blue cardigans, and dress them in red cardigans."
wooltribe: "The rulebook states in the plainest language possible that there will be no other cardigan clubs based on the color of the cardigan. So the Blue Cardigan Club is in violation of the rulebook."
wooltribe: "I checked the rulebook of the Red Cardigan Club. Of course, the Red Cardigan Club has a rulebook. What do you think we are? Anarchists?"