mardi 16 octobre 2007

Truc mystère

Chevalier, c'est la nom de la nuance de laine que j'ai achetée dimanche. Après, je sais juste que c'est de l'acrylique. La marque reste un mystère.

J'ai sorti mon Barbara Walker pour m'essayer au top down et voici ce que ça donne pour le moment :Je ne suis pas super convaincue, et je ne sais pas ce que le col russe ( que j'ai l'impression de ne pas avoir fait assez près de l'épaule) donnera sur moi mais c'est un bon entrainement avant la robe pull. Maintenant, je sais comment mettre en forme les épaules et je sais que ça marche, et je vais ensuite pouvoir m'exercer à la mise en forme des manches; c'est déjà ça.
On verra bien...

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