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Yarn Along 3

First of all, my apologies for posting two pictures instead of one. I could figure no other way to show details and show the book. The diaper cover is done and works wonderfully. I had started this blanket for Therese way before she was born, but I am not a fast knitter and am dreadfully fearful of having to correct mistakes, so I am still working on it. The yarn is so delicate and soft. Perfect for this pattern that I found on Ravelry. It is easy to remember, too, so I can take it in the car and knit while my husband drives!

I have started reading the sequel to Her Mother's Hope by Francine Rivers. Also, we have been reading about the first Thanksgiving with the little ones. We made it to the library today to pick up a slew of books on Firefighters, Jack's new passion. Tony had requested materials from all the different branches and there they were, waiting for us, along with our favorite librarians. I know I have said it before, but I love our library. I feel like I have stepped into my own little Mayberry each time I open the doors. Or maybe it's like Cheers, since they greet us with smiles and they know our names, without the beer. Whatever it is, I enjoy my visits to the library whole-heartedly.

I am ever so thankful to Ginny for starting this yarn along. Go on over and sit a spell.

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  1. Oh my the blanket is beautiful. I am glad you posted two pictures so we could see the detail.

    Blessings, Elizabeth

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  2. The blanket is so pretty! I just recently checked with my library about Francine Rivers..NOT A single one!! They can request it for me from a nearby town though...so I was wondering, how do you like this book? Is it too emotionally involving for a mother to read (while pregnant)?

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  3. I chuckled because I am a slow knitter for the same reason: I don't know how to fix mistakes ... maybe some day. :>)

    Have a wonderful weekend. Cheers~

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  4. Elizabeth-thank you!

    Elisa-the first book was not too emotional for me, but this second one is a little harder on the heartstrings.

    Conny-when I do make a mistake, I have always found a youtube video showing me how to correct the problem!

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