Okay, my heatgun-wielding, rotary-cutting lovelies, I have big news, but before I share, I want to tell a story: Back in the day when I was in sixth grade, my art teacher plopped a pile of colored felt, a bag of needles, and skeins of DMC floss on the...
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6 Jan 2007