Stitch by stitch, rounds dance and twirl and intertwine, grow and stretch and bloom to become unscented  cotton flowers, ticklers of the eyes, powerful balm for the soul.
 
My newest brooch dressed in pearls, velvet and crochet lace because I wouldn’t have it any other way.


 
 
 
 

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Govoyagin Many GEOs


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