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I have had this fabric for
years--1950s houndstooth wool in vivid magenta, scrounged long ago from some estate sale or other. Barely a yard, a bit shrunken and felted, but with its own quirky charm. The bitter winds and drab palette of winter oddly inspired me--I had a sudden passionate urge to make it into a tiny hooded shrug. I really had to dig to find that little scrap, since I never thought I would use it (never say never). I also never thought I'd like purple. Never,
never say never. I think I have found
my purple, and I am taking it on the town.
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