Once upon a time, a poem was written about my plaids - And I decided to resume knitting grandmother's plaids in patchwork technique. One of my friends, having received such a blanket, even wrote poems about my plaids! Esteem
When our mother covered us as a child
A big, fluffy, warm blanket,
That, even after many years, though vaguely
We remember how comfortable we were.
Now that we're big ourselves,
We can give this blanket to my mother.
Il daughter, wife, friends-not difficult,
To make them feel comfortable too.
It's enough to visit me
And choose the soul of your family or yourself,
And order me a blanket with both,
To make it interesting for everyone in the world.
For small children, a toy (or an animal ),
And for gourmets-delicious cheesecake,
Flowers for a woman, prey for a hunter,
After all, plaid is the art of preserving custom.
Come and see the ancient Rus,
And you will exalt yourself and your loved ones with joy.
Blankets I knit by hand with knitting of a gorgeous thick and soft wool mixture. They keep the shape and color well, well washed in the washing machine.
You understand that such drawings will never have the strength and patience to repeat, so my thematic Christmas series is already ending. remained only these 2 plaid!! They will of course be exclusive and fit in a single copy!)
This blanket is ready, I will send it to you tomorrow!
I draw Your attention to the fact that this plaid will be sent by mail from g. Astrakhan!