. . . get started, then I'll never have anything to say.
And we can't have that, can we?
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- However, the jacket is coming along swimmingly. O...
- It’s a band heel, and I’m a groupie!
- Past the heel and into the instep. Used a band he...
- The shadow grows!
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- Not Growing Older, Growing Roots
- Getting out while the getting's good
- Last night, the local stitch and bitch crew got to...
- One fella in a gimme ball cap kept walking past th...
- We had a good showing, thirty people or so, and we...
- Didn't see anything particularly trendy. One nigh...
- Pilgrim's Progress Report
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- Socks for me. These are my blue box sox--top down...
- You've already seen this one on October 12, but he...
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- You can see the lace better here.
- And number five, another Linus Project blanket. W...
- Mindful Musing
- window on my world
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- you wanted cutesy-poo? could you at least say, "p...
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