There she weaves by night and day. A magic web with colours gay.

About a thousand years ago I had a website selling my hand-crocheted handbags.

The above was my tagline.

From the poem below. POETS DAY?

I still have well over 100 handmade handbags here. Never sold a single one on t’internet. GAVE away, free gratis and for nothing, more than a few to family members :o(

Alfred. LORD. Tennyson. MY homie :o)

And YES. I know. Done this before. And Agatha Christie : The Mirror Crack’d From Side To Side…

…THE CURSE HAS COME UPON ME CRIED the Lady of Shalott.

P.S. In the UK we say MIRROR not MEER. Fact.

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