Literary Knitter - Myfanwy Price

I'm a bit late with this months literary knitter, as with last months this month's literary knitter is also from Dylan Thomas' Under Milkwood. Miss Myfanwy Price is not only a knitter but also a dressmaker, two crafts for the price of one.

Dylan Thomas, clearly not Myfanwy Price (Source)

FIRST VOICE
From where you are you can hear in the Cockle Row in the spring,
moonless night, Miss Price, dressmaker and sweetshop-keeper,
dream of

SECOND VOICE
her lover, tall as the town clock tower, Samsonsyrup-gold-maned,
whacking thighed and piping hot, thunderbolt-bass'd and
barnacle-breasted, flailing up the cockles with his eyes
like blowlamps and scooping low over her lonely loving
hotwaterbottled body.

MR EDWARDS
Myfanwy Price!

MISS PRICE
Mr Mog Edwards!

MR EDWARDS
I am a draper made with love. I love you more than all the
flannelettet and calico, candlewick, dimity, crash and merino,
tussore, cretonne, crepon, muslin, poplin, ticking and twill
in the whole Cloth Hall of the world. I have come to take
you away to my Emporium on the hill, where the change hums
on wires. Throw away your little bedsocks and your Welsh
wool knitted jacket, I will warm the sheets like an electric
toaster, I will lie by your side like the Sunday roast.

MISS PRICE
I will knit you a wallet of forget-me-not blue, for the
money, to be comfy. I will warm your heart by the fire so
that you can slip it in under your vest when the shop is
closed.