I dunno about you but I have a problem. The age-old issue. That in which you are stitching merrily away with a sharp object in your hand and suddenly your hand does something weird and the said sharp object goes walkabout. I KNOW that blasted needle is somewhere in my sewing room but the question is, where. I even went so far as to get out my powerful needle-finder (ie. heavy duty magnet glued onto the end of a broomstick...yes, I'm high-tech that way). Needle is nowhere to be found. I can guarantee you though, said needle is lying in wait to embed itself into my bare foot - or - worse - my arse.
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Diabolical little bugger!
- Have a peek through the creations of THIS artist!
- And THIS one too! I love her birch trees.
- Those of you who are weavers might find THIS project a fun challenge.
Today, how about this instead of a quote...
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