Quit needling me in this thread.
Weave only just begun.
I’m making it up out of whole cloth.
I knew we wooled get to this eventually.
Guess I’ll have to cotton up to you.
I satin my chair to think of a pun but I couldn’t fabric-ate any.
I don’t know what tweed do without you.
I had to serge high & low to come up with this one.
From where I’m sitting, I can hear my calico purring.
(Sweet!, Panache!!)
Don’t ruche to judgement, we are doing fine.
They can try muslin us but we won’t keep quiet.
And we won’t let them fleece us either.
Don’t be spinning a yarn!
Polly, Esther, Jean: Those three chicks were hanging all over me back in the ‘70s.
Help! I think I swallowed a herringbone!
Better than swallowing a houndstooth.
Check.
Panache, you’re a prints of a fellow.
Well plaid!
That’s so tartan sharp.