When my little sister was, well, little, she had a doll that Mom sewed clothes for. Later, when Mom was an empty-nester, she bought two similar dolls to sew for, because she enjoyed sewing. The dolls, the patterns, and a box of doll-sized oddments are now at my house, because I have this recurring delusion that sewing is something I will do, be able to do, like to do. (I hate to sew. My children used to go outside to play whenever I had to sew something).
Eventually it dawned on me that I could knit something for them while waiting to wake up blessed by the Sewing Fairy. I knit, and ripped, and tweaked, until I was pleased with the results. Then I was startled to realize I had accidentally re-created the Chanel suit. Huh.
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| Wikimedia Commons, Chanel Haute Couture Suit, 1965 |



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Great minds!
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