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This week has found me knitting with some very vibrantly colored yarn to brighten up these dreary, cold days. Simple knitting too. The kind I can do at my desk while I wait for little people to hand in their schoolwork to be checked.






I finished the book I was reading and I am not quite ready to start something new, so I will share what I am reading out loud to the kids. We got this book at the used bookstore on base, which gives a 50% discount to homeschool families on all children's books! My last trip, I paid around $17 for at least a dozen books.



The sweater for Therese is progressing slower than molasses in January. It takes concentration, people, and I just don't have the brain power for that most days.



I threw some crochet thread into my Knitpicks cart to get the free shipping on my last order. I have been tossing around the idea to make a table runner out of these squares. Of course, I only have one completed. I tried to join the second one to the first as you crochet the last round, but it proved to be too challenging for me to grasp.



Joining Ginny.

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  1. The Golden Goblet is one of our all-time favorite books! In fact, I sold it with a bunch of other books and the kids made me call and buy it back. Thankfully the nice lady just gave it back and didn't make me pay for it. ;) Hope you all love it just as much! That Ibni....he's so sleazy....

    Therese's sweater is stunning. Absolutely beautiful.
    Miss you, friend!

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  2. Your knitting looks great. Keep it up on Therese's sweater -- it's worth it. I know what you mean about brain power. I had to be alone in a quiet room for the last part of the lace on my last project.

    I love the idea of the crochet flower runner. Maybe they could be hand-stitched after they are all made? I remember my grandma telling me about a huge tablecloth she hand crocheted. It flipped up at the edges when she was finished (probably didn't block it) and she chucked the whole thing. I could have cried!

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  3. A table runner made of those beautiful squares would be lovely.

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