One row: two hours
Two hours: too long
One row: too tight
Two words: duplicate stitch
rip rip rip rip rip
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- Roobeedoo
- I live with my First Love in a rural idyll, after a lifetime in exile. In July 2007 he was diagnosed with Multiple Myeloma: an incurable cancer of the blood plasma. We got married in December 2007. Carpe diem. There is lots of wind and sky where I live, which blows me away. I love reading and stitching and creating things. I have two lovely children, a dog and my First Love. The Roobeedoo Manifesto, January 2012: I hereby undertake to make all my own clothing or purchase it from ethically-minded independent designers. For now. For always.
5 comments:
reminds me of the poem I made up when I was visiting the dentist on a near weekly basis for over a year
bite together tap tap tap
bite together tap tap tap
open, close and slide to the right
bite together tap tap tap
you had to be there...........
I think duplicate stitch is just the ticket. I like your 'pome' too - oh! the word verification is 'marre' as in the French expression for being completely fed up ("j'en ai marre")!
P.S. Poor Lizzi, the dentist every week for a year!
Knitting Betty Jean
Too tight. rip it, rip it !
The frog croaks tonight.
Just discovered your blog, love it to bits -the poem says it all. I've rediscovered knitting thanks to the inspiring ideas and projects I've found here. Thank you! Pauline
In fact I like this blouse so much I have ordered the pattern!!
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