mercredi 28 janvier 2009

Truc en bocal

Un KAL pas comme les autres : Fil en Poussière.
Le principe, vite résumé : à chaque nouvelle lune, photographier un bocal qui contient les bouts de fils de nos ouvrages.
Voici donc mon bocal :
Les restes de fils sont le résultat du tricotage d'un échantillon que j'ai feutré; j'aimerais me faire un chapeau feutré

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