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Yarn Along- The "I made a sweater!" edition



Oh my goodness! I made a sweater that I really like! The color is truer in the first photo. The pattern is available on Ravelry and is called Pull Me Over. I have not blocked it yet.

I have a new appreciation for people who can take a good photo of themselves. If I wait for Tony to snap a picture, it is always too dark when he gets home and I never remember to take pictures of my knitting on the weekends. So there you have it. Me wearing my sweater with a camera in my face.


As for reading, I am still working my way through Chesterton's "Father Brown Mysteries".

Now, off to tend to the latest sick child and praying that we will all be well by the time we are supposed to board a plane for the west coast.

Hop on over to Ginny's, our host.

Comments

  1. wow! the sweater looks amazing on you. great work. and the color is perfect. :)

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  2. Fit you so perfectly! you look great in your self portrait!

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  3. Great job! I've never gotten up the nerve to try a sweater, so you have my undying admiration. :-)

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  4. It's gorgeous, Jenny! Great job!

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  5. Everyone should get a proper round of applause for their first sweater. Congrats and keep going!

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  6. Wow, that looks beautiful....now why do you have to go and cover your face like that?

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  7. You look phenomenal! That sweater looks great! I so wish I could knit... :-( I think it's too late for me!

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  8. Gorgeous! I love the way it tapers and the neckline is so beautiful!

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  9. You are awesome!! I love it. You look great!

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  10. Nice sweater! Congrats on finishing!

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  11. Wow, your sweater is beautiful, I love the color! Ditto to the comments about self-portraits; I can't figure out a good way to do it either.

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