Weaving bookmarks


You are totally in love with finger knitting and stick weaving.You keep telling me how much you love to knit and how much it calms you.

The picture cannot justify how absolutely gorgeous these bookmarks you weaved looks,

The green and white one is for your teacher - Lavanya and the pink and purple one is for me.

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