I endure seemingly never-ending stocking stitch in black wool, counting the irregularly spaced increases on every right side row so that my friend SeaBreeze can have her very own Sunrise Circle Jacket.
I endure seemingly never-ending stocking stitch in black wool, counting the irregularly spaced increases on every right side row so that my friend SeaBreeze can have her very own Sunrise Circle Jacket.
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Then you are the best of friends!
I used to ewwonder why my motehr complained about knitting dark colours at night - now I know! :-(
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