T.: Trio: soie et papier

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Trio: soie et papier

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AnonymousJanuary 26, 2010 at 10:20 PM
lovely!
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Ima WizerJanuary 27, 2010 at 7:01 AM
what is this? I love it!
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T. January 27, 2010 at 7:12 AM
Ima, these are photos of a piece of fabric I found in an old book: http://premium-t.blogspot.com/2010/01/treasures.html
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plantingalongtheverge.comJanuary 27, 2010 at 8:01 AM
Oh! so pretty. i especially love it against the text. looks like silk threads.
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alaine@éclectiqueJanuary 27, 2010 at 11:50 AM
Very lovely; you've given me a little project to do.
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laurieJanuary 30, 2010 at 2:34 PM
wow; so pretty.
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