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Yarn Along- the multi-tasking edition

This week found me working on three different projects, which is very atypical for me. However, I find it is working out just fine. First up, I am knitting a new sweater for an old bunny. I might have swiped the too-small sweater off Jack's bunny to put on the elephant I just finished. He is much tinier and it fits him just right. Jack picked the color and it is the perfect piece of knitting to have at the school desk while giving spelling tests and such.




Second is the baby blanket for my niece's new baby. Since she knows what the first blanket looks like and since she picked the colors of this new one, I do not feel the need to hide it from her. This is the perfect car knitting. And by that I mean that the pattern is easily memorized, and I don't have to watch my husband drive. And that is all that I have to say about that.




Third is my new shawl for me. Tortured by all the choices, I just picked one and cast on. I had read a review of this yarn saying that they didn't think it looked so good in stockingnet, but I am not finding that to be the case at all. I had been looking for mainly patterns using garter stitch, but in the end, I picked this one.




I read the first several chapters of "The Little World of Don Camillo" last night and I am loving it. It is so funny and yet at the same time poking at my conscience. I highly recommend it.

Joining in Ginny's Yarn Along, again. But on the right day! Go me!

P.S. Just to show I am not the only crafty one in the family, I found pictures of Jack's latest Lego design on my camera when I downloaded my knitting pics. He almost never uses instructions, only his imagination.



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  1. Love the shawl. Love the colors. I just can't do lace anymore. I get so frustrated because I can't count and do anything else. And then I worry that I have early-onset Alzheimers because I can't count and do anything else. So I just stick with pretty basic knits. Love Mr. Bunny, too. I'm knitting a baby hat -- a pilot hat -- which is complicated enough that I can't watch a movie while I'm knitting, or at least not one I care about very much!

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