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Adventurous!
Yarn Travelers Explorers of the fiber
world.
Yarns in colors and
textures that tempt.
Creations that inspire
the imagination!
THE JOURNEY BEGINS IN JUNE…
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Subscribe by May 10th in person or on-line at
Yorkshireyarns.com for the June delivery.
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Every other month receive a mystery project and
a clue about the next project shipment!
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Projects include yarn and project materials like
beads or ribbon that you will need for the project.
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Receive a code to download a crochet and/or knit
pattern from the participating designers; choose
the one you want to make.
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Projects will invoke a character, place, or time in
history that will capture your imagination!
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Skill level for the intermediate needle crafter.
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Subscribe anytime, the deadline is the 10th of the
month prior to delivery!
Cost:
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YOUR FIRST CLUE:
The Dowager Duchess felt an on-set of nerves. This was most unusual, as
she was known to be a woman of substance, of gentility, and above all,
presence of mind. Here she was, settled in the plush carriage of first class
accommodations waiting for the train to depart the station towards
London.
Around her shoulders and covering the bodice of her wool traveling
dress was a shawl made of the finest wool her estate could offer, spun
and knitted by the local women in the village. Her feet were warm in the
January cold as they were safely enveloped in knit hose made by her
personal maid. On her wrist, over finely sewed gloves, she carried her
reticule stocked with a stout bottle of smelling salts. Not for fainting
spells, though she thought she just might need them with these nerves.
“Margaret,” she said to herself, “it has been too long since you’ve traveled
from home.” It would be her first London Season in years. She would
attend the winter circuit of parties, feats, and balls indulged in by the
nobility of the British Empire. She took a deep breath, clutching the bag
of smelling salts for reassurance, knowing that swung just right the
heavy bottle would leave a respectable bruise on anyone who dared to
accost her during the journey. Her mouth twitched a little at the image.
If she was honest with herself she would admit she was also clutching
the reticule because of a treasure it contained, a memento. A small silver
box contained a lock of hair from the man who nearly swept her away
from the Duke that long-ago night at the ball. “He had thick, wavy hair, as
black as a raven, but soft to the touch,” she reminisced. He would be
there in London knowing she was widowed. He would see her across the
room at a ball or musicale. Their eyes would meet and they would know
in an instant. The passage of time would mean nothing. Her hands shook
slightly and she sighed heavily, startling her maid who sat across from
her. She willed herself to be calm but the thought would not leave her.
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