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Barbie loves cashmere.
Whenever I shrink one of Ganesh's expensive John Smedleys or similar, I throw the evidernce in a skip then nip out and buy another, identical, or just lie through my teeth when he's hunting high and low for said garment at some later point. Depends how badly you've shrunk it, Grandma, on your old scrubbing board, but good wool's unforgiving of rough treatment.
Odd that, when the raw material comes off the ragged back or neck of a beast that ran about in the mud and glaur of the countryside or mountaintops and probably had lumps of shit hanging from its back end most of the time. |
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