These are my pink slippers from when I was a kid. I have a picture of me in them but I can’t remember where I put it. My great aunt or someone in our family knitted them for me. They don’t match. They’re two different sizes. One slipper was started in one color and finished in the other. It’s crazy! But I brought them out and P loved them. It always makes me smile to see her in something of mine.
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so funny. and sweet. and makes me feel motivated about some of my half-finished crafting endeavours. it doesn't have to be perfect to be loved. 🙂
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so funny. and sweet. and makes me feel motivated about some of my half-finished crafting endeavours. it doesn't have to be perfect to be loved. 🙂
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so funny. and sweet. and makes me feel motivated about some of my half-finished crafting endeavours. it doesn't have to be perfect to be loved. 🙂
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it really doesn't. It can be far, far from perfect which I think may be why it's soooo loved.
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it really doesn't. It can be far, far from perfect which I think may be why it's soooo loved.
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it really doesn't. It can be far, far from perfect which I think may be why it's soooo loved.
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