Okay, Okay. I know I don't actually own an Ipod. I have a creative zen M. But it needed a pouch as it was getting bounced around in my briefcase.
The "front"
The "back"
Whatever the roving that Megan (yes that Megan. She of the amazing giving me of stuff.) had I need to know what the fiber was. The blue felted like a dream.
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