A cigar box that holds a memory of mine of paper quilling when I was young. My fingers would not allow me to do such a craft anymore.
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My dad has come home from the war. It is 1945 in the summer. My oldest brother Ron is on the right and Rex is on the left. The next two bo... -
Teddy's legs are a little short for this big wheel but he still likes sitting on it. These shots were buried in my files and this one...
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An interesting find, Larry! Quilled craft items can be so beautiful. Thank you for leaving a comment on my blog recently; I hope you will see butterflies soon. Our total remains one brimstone and two peacocks, but tomorrow may be warmer!
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