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Knit Picks was having a great sale in July. I have had my eye on their Hawthorne yarn for some time, but what with my frugal nature and the idea that I wanted to make myself a shawl that I could wrap up in when the weather cools down, (though I can barely imagine that right now. We are in Germany, sans A/C, with temps in the 90's all this week! To say that I am melting is an understatement of gigantic proportion!) I just couldn't bring myself to make the purchase. But with 40% off? I did! And I bought 2 skeins. Anyhoo, now that I have this gorgeous yarn, I am overwhelmed with all the beautiful patterns on Ravelry. So, the question I am putting to all you knitters out there is this: If you had  roughly 714 yards of fingering weight yarn, what is your favorite shawl pattern?



I cast on for a new baby blanket for a new niece or nephew that is expected to arrive around mid-October. I am knitting the chevron blanket again, since it is for the sibling of the first one I knit. My grandmother, who happens to be turning 104 in September, knit my sister and I the same blanket in different colors when we were born. She made the same blankets again for my first two children! Those are very dear to me, as you can well imagine. So, I thought I'd carry on the tradition. I will knit the same pattern, with a different color scheme.

As for reading, I have been loving, LOVING, St. Josemaria Escriva's book "The Way". It is hitting home in a big way, by which I mean, I have such a long way to go in my spiritual journey. I am re-reading "A Mother's Rule of Life" and have just started "The Little World of Don Camillo".

Joining up a day late with Ginny. I see a pattern here.




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  1. BarbaraAugust 13, 2015 at 6:16 PM

    My garter stitch shawl is my favorite pattern ( http://www.ravelry.com/projects/scmom/garter-stitch-shawl-2 ). I used a sport weight so I'm not certain how it would translate, and it's also not very stylish, but it's my go-to shawl. Pretty, pretty yarn.

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    1. JennyAugust 14, 2015 at 1:58 PM

      It is definitely the size I want, but I would want some kind of border maybe? I am not at all sure about that because I am a follow the pattern kind of gal!

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  2. Jennie C.August 14, 2015 at 5:50 AM

    That is lovely yarn! Tidying up yesterday, I found a sweater I started for Evie before she got too grabby that is actually not too far from done. I'm thinking I'll get back to work on that so it'll be finished in time for the cooler fall weather. I'm a slow knitter. :-)

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    1. JennyAugust 14, 2015 at 2:00 PM

      What pattern are you making for her? As long as it will still fit her, I wouldn't worry about the speed of the knitting! For me, knitting is my stress reliever, so some days see a lot more knitting than others ;) Especially when Tony is driving!!

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  3. Tonya GunnAugust 14, 2015 at 7:29 AM

    How sweet about continuing the baby blanket tradition. I really want to establish some in our family. There should be grandchildren before too long:)

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    1. JennyAugust 14, 2015 at 2:02 PM

      How exciting about grandchildren! I love traditions and heirlooms. Things that I can look at feel the connection to family.

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