I’m sorry, this has nothing whatsoever to do with knitting, but Gaga has me again. I couldn’t stop watching Bad Romance for weeks and weeks, nearly wore a groove in my iPod listening to the song to the exclusion of everything else. The video, oh the video.

And now: Telephone. Pure Lady Gaga wonder.

Delicious torture. Why do I love her so? I’m a 51-year old overly-serious woman. Must be something in my coffee.

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