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January 23, 2009
When I was young, I could easily spend and hour and no money in the local fabric store. I would wander among the bolts of fabric, imagining the possibilities, touching (fondling) anything with a pleasing texture, then moving on to the pattern books, buttons and trim, all but lost in my inner thoughts of creation of clothes that would actually fit and be what I wanted. Taking photos of my yarn stash these days much the same, as I see all the yarn that I already have that I want to work with, fashion into something that I can wear.