Monday, March 9, 2015

And then she was five...

Twenty little bumblebees sitting on a bed.  All made out of black and yellow thread.  Buzzing and on their way to their hive.  To "bee" at a party for a little girl turning five.  Nana sure loves Miss Lydia Anne Stock.  She knitted all weekend around the clock!!!




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