Thirty some odd years ago the blue stocking on the left was knit for me by my Grandma in Wales. The whole reason I started knitting (one year before I made this) was so I could have one for M. And there it is. I literally counted stitches and rows to make it just like mine. Her's is better though because nobody has washed it without knowing how wool likes to be washed. So it is still stretchy to be filled to the brim with goodies like grapefruits and oranges. She picked out the purple. Her fourth christmas, December, 2008.
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