Woolen Fabric Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

"Of course, I'll help you. It's not even a question. What do you want me to do?" "Terry found a piece of the material from one of the kidnapper's cloaks. So we used it as the base of our search. We looked into every high-end boutique and three of the noble families if they bought this material or cloaks, and we came up with nothing." "Do you have the fabric with you?" I looked at Terry as he stepped forward and handed Walter the piece. As he looked it over, he said, "Looks like it's moon silk. " "We already figured that out. As I said, none of the boutiques or families we looked into had any records of purchasing or selling large amounts of this."

"There is no rush. I will have Karlsen deliver it tomorrow." Jane couldn't afford to wait. "Your Majesty, this matter is urgent," she pleaded. George looked at her for a moment and, despite his concerns, nodded. "Fine." Shortly after, Karlsen delivered the fabric. Jane examined it carefully. Although it was only a small piece of fabric, there were plenty of clues. The material was an extremely rare floral brocade, and only a handful of silk shops supplied it. Additionally, the embroidery on the fabric depicted a nine-tailed serpent, an uncommon design.

He looked at me when he said it, and something in his expression made my pulse quicken. The woman nodded. "Of course. Right this way." --- She led us through racks of clothes that probably cost more than my entire childhood. Ivory blouses with pearl buttons. Pencil skirts with lace details so intricate they looked like art. A coat made from vicuna wool. I'd only ever read about that fabric in magazines. A velvet gown in deep emerald that caught the light like water. "Try them on," Robert said, gesturing toward the fitting room. "All of them."

With the large sum of money Jeseni had given me, I bit the bullet and bought several rolls of top-quality fabric—Domei, made from the finest cashmere and seahorse hair, mixed with alpaca wool, and complemented with gold and diamond dust. To be honest, I wouldn’t have been able to acquire such fine fabric without the help of my mentor, who spoke highly of me in front of the shop owner. That’s how I managed to obtain the precious Domei fabric, which was worth a fortune. Otherwise, someone of my status would never even have seen such limited-edition fabrics. Just as the shop owner was about to pack up the fabric for me, Lina suddenly appeared, grabbing the fabric and commanding, “Boss, I want t

I stood there at that cutting table in the warehouse on the east side of the city and I thought about Saturday mornings and the market two streets down and Donald at his desk with his laptop and a word I had been carrying for years. Hobby. “Yes,” I said. “Please.” He wrote a name and a number on a piece of paper and slid it across the counter. I folded it and put it in my bag beside the sketchbook. I ordered two metres of the cotton-silk and a metre of the dark slate wool and paid in cash because I had thought about that on the drive over and had stopped at a machine on the way. Mr Cheng wrapped the fabric carefully. Set it on the counter. “You have a good eye,” he said. “You always did. Do

The blue fabric we’d admired sits in a bolt at the corner, already cut into panels for the first batch of dresses. “The weavers just called,” Wren says, walking in with a mug of tea. Her arm is out of the sling now, though she still winces when she moves it too fast. “They’ve finished the test runs for the lily embroidery—exactly how your mom’s notes describe it.”

Where is the material? She turned her head and asked Fabrice Reany, "Where's the fabric for the lining?" Fabrice Reany said, "It will be moved in later." So Arielle waited for a few more minutes, and sure enough, several workers brought the materials for the lining in batches. Arielle touched the fabric there and felt very good, smooth, but not sweaty. It should be a relatively cheap chemical fiber fabric on the market.

No class. "Miss Reed, let me educate you on this fabric," Claire said, her voice smooth but lethal. "This is top-tier acetate—a natural plant-based fiber refined from wood pulp. It has the luster of silk and a drape that is unparalleled. It is highly resilient, anti-static, and—most importantly—it does *not* pill. It’s designed to repel dust, not cling to it." She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "So, shall we send this gown to a lab? We can find out very quickly if it 'pilled' on its own or if it was intentionally scrubbed raw. I’m sure the results will be quite revealing."

He paused, pencil hovering and looked up at Harper over his shoulder. "What aboot the fabrics? For the mulberry pieces, I'm thinkin' somethin' wi' a bit o' weight. A heavy wool blend, maybe velvet for the evenin' pieces? Somethin' that catches the light differently dependin' on the angle." Knox turned back to his sketch, adding texture lines to the drawing. "If we gang too light wi' the winter fabrics, we lose the whole mood. It needs tae feel substantial. Like ye could wrap yersel' up in it an' hide fae the world." A door opened somewhere down the hall– the heavy thud of footsteps approaching. “What about a plaid print pattern?” Harper asked curiously. "Wi' black an' grey through the middle

Sahir looked annoyed as hell, he kept looking at his brother, ready to pounce on him. "See that's why I don't want to come here," Sahir said to Zoya, rolling his eyes "Bhabhijaan you asked for the wools...here...take it," Zaki said giving her the colored wool balls. "oh my Allah, it's so pretty and colorful" Zoya gets happy seeing wool balls. "What are they for love?" Sahir asked her grabbing his kurta pajama. "To make a woolen sweater for our baby," Zoya said.