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I mean no offence to you by what I wrote in today's blog-post about 'horrid little knitted skirt suits'. I'm sure you would never put your skills to anything so pedestrian as that - and feel sure that Mrs Wilmot has one of those old-fashioned knitting machines anyway...
If such things still exist, that is! I ought to have checked that first, I daresay. But can always defend myself by saying that she's had hers for fifty years!
And I just left a post on yours about the little knitted skirt suits!!
Be assured that knitting machines still do exist - when I get around to posting the socks - they are all by machine - just not enough time in my life to hand-knit everything!!
Thanks for being such a faithful visitor dearest B...
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I mean no offence to you by what I wrote in today's blog-post about 'horrid little knitted skirt suits'. I'm sure you would never put your skills to anything so pedestrian as that - and feel sure that Mrs Wilmot has one of those old-fashioned knitting machines anyway...
If such things still exist, that is! I ought to have checked that first, I daresay. But can always defend myself by saying that she's had hers for fifty years!
And I just left a post on yours about the little knitted skirt suits!!
Be assured that knitting machines still do exist - when I get around to posting the socks - they are all by machine - just not enough time in my life to hand-knit everything!!
Thanks for being such a faithful visitor dearest B...
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