every week i take a trip to the local thrift store - hunting out treasures that fit in my tiny budget. sometimes i come home empty handed, but more often than not i find myself with a canvas tote full of little mary janes, vintage pillowcases and flannel sheets, enormous tin plates, and occasionally a book or two.
(okay, so this makes me sound like a total pack rat/shopping addict.
i might have a bit of an overflow on my shelf of fabric in the studio, but i count my pennies.)
my newest treasure is a gem of a book, published in 1986, the glorious year of my birth (i love you, mama)! the old cliche that you can't judge a book by its cover surely applies to knitting by design - i will only say that there are fuzzy snowflakes involved. and a strange, floppy knit hat. but don't let looks deceive you - which is why i didn't even bother to photograph the cover. first impressions, y'know.
i might have a bit of an overflow on my shelf of fabric in the studio, but i count my pennies.)
my newest treasure is a gem of a book, published in 1986, the glorious year of my birth (i love you, mama)! the old cliche that you can't judge a book by its cover surely applies to knitting by design - i will only say that there are fuzzy snowflakes involved. and a strange, floppy knit hat. but don't let looks deceive you - which is why i didn't even bother to photograph the cover. first impressions, y'know.
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