Don't know why, there's no sun up in the sky, drizzle, drizzle. So I set my new set of Woolly Bullies out on the grass to dampen before I put them in the hot dryer, to full and filter out most of the wool lint. Woolly Bully Bags came about after a crazy night dancing, when the band finished the set with Woolly Bully. Though I never dance as a rule, I did, and it changed my life, at least my weaving life.
Mattie told Hattie / 'bout the thing she saw / Had 2 big horns & a woolly jaw / Woolly Bully!
These bags are definitely woolly and bully, and Mattie will be sure to tell Hattie when she sees one out on the street.
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You are a W.B. machine... they look very pretty.
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