Whatever happens to strike my fancy, but surely some sort of fiber content.
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0 Comments:Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] Sunday, January 11, 2004 Delightful, but unexpeced guests are here, surprisingly early risers. All guys, so they're sure to be out of the house as soon as it's high noon and the night owls among them creep out of bed. It's cold as blue blazes - that must mean they'l put one of the boats in the water and risk life and limb on the river. Hey, why not? Who's gonna let a little thing like hypotermia stop you? Or perhaps a walk to up to Rose Hill. Anyway, I'll be back later with my collected thoughts about increased appetite as a result of ramped up activity, critical mass in the world of knitting literature, and the folly of trying to wash all the F I Polwarth at once, in the washing machine. posted by Bess | 6:27 AM |
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