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January 27, 2010

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Dawn in NL

Welcome back!

The vest is lovely. I particularly like the edgings. An FO to be proud of.

All the best

LV

Hi - Every once in awhile I will travel along blogs that have to do with knitting. One in particular I have followed over the years was The Knitting Wench (Not So Fancy Nancy). Do you know what happened to her? Quite possibly she just stopped blogging. I did a google search and an old blog of your came up with a reference to her, this is why I am asking you. Just curious. Thanks.

blb

This is really lovely! And the wrong side of your knitting?: impressive indeed!

Caroline

I've been happily knitting away on your "Fancy" sock pattern, which I printed intending to knit ages ago all of this weekend. I used to check on your blog all of the time, but somehow lost your address. You're still knitting beautiful things, it seems. I don't think I'll try that vest, but it's gorgeous.

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