I had a dream last night where I was visiting a huge and beautiful mansion. I walked into a room and saw a small, cheery old man sitting at the end of a cylindrical wooden apparatus. He was using his feet to peddle and his hands to manipulate yarn. I exclaimed wow! A spinning machine, he shook his head. A weaving machine! Shake of the head again. Then I looked at the stitches, gasped and said a crochet machine!!! He chuckled and nodded. He was churning out the most beautiful blankets in about 30 minutes. Cool dream :)
Posted on: Wed, 01 Oct 2014 02:10:21 +0000
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