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Yarn Along- the what now edition

A few weeks ago, I found some yarn in my stash that Sophie had used to start a project that she never finished. (She is a little  lot like her mama.) The purples and blues were so soothing that I decided to try and make this shawl with it. I was pretty sure that this was going to be for me since the sweet lady who wrote the pattern gifted a copy to me after reading Ben's story. I was a little over halfway through knitting the shawl when I learned that a dear friend and her family were in the midst of a great trial. God whispered gently in my ear, "It is for her". Not being one to argue with God, I began to pray for this family as I knit the rest of the shawl. I did not get any pictures other than while it was being blocked. I hope that when she wears it, she will feel wrapped in love and prayer.



The first picture is a more accurate representation of the colors.

With nothing on my needles now and hands anxious to be knitting, I have been haunting Ravelry for something new to knit. Perhaps a shawl to go with a dress that will cover my growing belly for much of the summer. Maybe a new shrug for Therese on Sundays when the church is chilly. It seems silly to work on fingerless mittens now that spring is here. Seeing a pattern I earmarked long ago for a baby bib, I started working on that as a little something to knit yesterday. I finished it last night. I am back right where I started. Nothing on the needles.



Did I mention that I use vast quantities of stain remover on her clothes? Do I think this will help? Probably not, as she pulled it off a mere millisecond after this picture was snapped.


Most of my reading is to Therese. She likes to sit on the potty and listen to stories. These are her current favorites. We also have a lovely board book by Tomie de Paola that has nursery rhymes in it, but she has taken it further than I care to search this morning. Anna will also read to her and it melts my heart to see them sitting together, looking at books. They are actually reading the nursery rhyme book in the picture below.


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Comments

  1. The shawl is beautiful. You should make yourself one!

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  2. The shawl is gorgeous!! I love the colors that are in it. I hope you find something to knit soon.

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  3. Beautiful shawl, and I love the bib. Very clever and useful.

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  4. I love the idea that you knit and pray for the recipient of the knitted object- hope it will be a real blessing to your friend.

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  5. Beautiful shawl. I love all those colors and the pretty stitches. I am trying to find something to knit for Jake. I might just make another milo. =)

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