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Ahh, Lisa. I'm happy to provide instigator services whenever needed :-) The day I first saw that Royal Cashmere picture over the keyboard, I wanted to just pick up the picture and hold it next to me. It is SO beautiful. But really . . . it's just another notch in your belt of gorgeous, gorgeous handspun yarns!!!

Oh yeah - just call me Lucrezia from now on :-)


Ohh i saw pics of the royal cashmere baby cap on Tom's blog. That man sure understands texture! The creamy lumpy cashmere with the smooth shiny silk is an amazing beautiful contrast!

Helle From Denmark

mgaæjaø.........UPS....sorry, but it's not easy to write with 2 kitties running around on my lab and keyboard!!*GRIN*

Can it be correct, that you just did a post, with NO pics??? Ohh, we have to train you a bit more....we need pics!*GRIN*

Lisa S

Helle...the pictures are on TOM"S have to go there to see what I am talking about! :o)

Helle From Denmark

I know they are on Tom's blog......did look.....!! But still......NO pics on your blog!*GRIN*


Pictures, pictures, pictures. If Andrea Boccelli held that royal cashmere in his hands for two seconds he'd burst into Che Gelida Manina faster than you can say Puccini. Don't need to see it to know that it's born of a royal pedigree. Oh darn, wish you guys could feel it. Oh darn, I seem to have it all here in my possession. So sorry, wish you all could feel what I'm feeling.

Listen Lisa Lisa, you're something akin to a sorceress when it comes to these handspun yarns. I know there's magic boiling over in pots all over your estatelet.

Round about the cauldron go;
In the poisoned entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights hast thirty-one
Sweltered venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

I thought I was immune to the spells you witches brew. But apparently, I'm not. Can I just say that I worked up a few feet of the chocolate cashmere last night for a very lucky client's Pussy Tail and I couldn't put the damn stuff down. I was falling asleep crocheting and still, every time I'd rouse a little I'd go back to furious crocheting.

My life now belongs to Lisa Lisa.

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