Grandma didn't want any presents for her birthday. But giving nothing is so nothing. A handmade item is a bit in between nothing and a real present. So I crocheted a
cowl for her. Last weekend we went to visit her. A 40-minute drive. The girls often count the red cars or birds of prey they see during the trip. This time they made us smile by inventing a recession variant of the game: counting houses for sale.
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ik herinner me het moment dat lot op de snelweg een prachtige cabrio zag en riep: een dakloze :)
Het is me gelukt met jouw uitleg van de steek! Dank!
Gaat supersnel! Nu nog de juiste wol. Tjuss
Yvonne
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