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Yarn Along

Way back in the middle of winter, Therese asked me to make her a sweater. We looked through patterns together and she picked a beautiful pattern, though very challenging. I could only work on it when I had complete quiet, in other words, I had precious little time to make any progress. Three months later and I had knit maybe 5 inches of the back panel. Seeing her disappointment every time she asked if I had finished her sweater was about to do me in, so I offered her a compromise. We went looking at patterns again and found one that she liked, but that required much less concentration on my part. Off the needles came the old pattern and I cast on for a new sweater. In the last 10 days, I have knit all the previous yarn I had unraveled, plus much more from the skein. It is taking shape, though I am little worried about the size. It calls for DK and I am using fingering. I am knitting two sizes bigger than what she would wear, so I hope it comes out right in the end.

Three months and that is all I got done!

The color is truest in this picture. It was cloudy out this morning (shocking, I know, for Germany!) and so I turned on a lamp in the other two pictures below.

I had her try it on because it looks so tiny, but it seems to be just about right. I will knit a few more inches and have her try it again to be sure.



As I was knitting this morning, before everyone was up, I was thinking about how this is kind of like life. I would love to live this exquisitely beautiful life, living our faith to the fullest and instilling in my children that love of Christ and the Catholic faith as well. But the reality is, I am not capable. When I try to fit it all in (what I perceive to be the things that will make us a better, holier family), all I end up with is no progress and much frustration. I can still make a beautiful life, but it must be a more simple one, one that fits our little family and helps us on our path to Heaven.  It just is not what I pictured in the beginning, but it is still good. I just pray that it is good enough, because it is all I can do at this time.

I am reading "Till We Have Faces" by C S Lewis.

Joining Ginny again.
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  1. Jennie C.March 23, 2016 at 1:59 PM

    I'm starting to think it's less about what we do, and more about getting out of God's way so He can do what He needs to do in our children. And being imperfect together. :-)

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    1. JennyMarch 23, 2016 at 2:20 PM

      Thanks, Jennie. I really needed to see this.

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  2. SnapMarch 23, 2016 at 2:37 PM

    I like the idea of being imperfect together ... sounds wonderful to me! Love the color of the sweater ...

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