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Beautiful, I didn't know about this painting and am glad I do now! :D
Posted by: textilehistorIE | March 13, 2012 at 02:30 PM
The little dogs have no doubt been tearing through the flowers and shrubbery, leaving death and destruction in their wake, until they have been firmly told to sit in the basket and behave! They'll stay there for about five more minutes before sneaking off...
Posted by: Freyalyn | February 26, 2012 at 10:59 AM
I have a desperate desire to be there, knitting in the warmth and sun. Thanks for this one.
Posted by: Freyalyn | February 26, 2012 at 07:54 AM
This is wonderful! I'm so glad you posted her.
Posted by: teabird | February 25, 2012 at 05:01 PM
Thanks for the wonderful reminder on a blustry day.
Posted by: LaurieM | February 25, 2012 at 04:04 PM