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I am giddy with excitement to join Ginny this week. I made Therese's shrug way before Easter morning! I had images in my head of working late into the night on Easter vigil, frantically trying to finish. I bound off the needles last night. This morning, way too early if you ask me, Therese was up for the day. After feeding, changing, and playing with her, I sat beside her and wove the ends into the sweater. That all took place before 6 am. Too early, I tell you! Thank the Lord for coffee and a warm fire. I still have to sew on a button. I bought one this week and after looking at it next to my knitting, I decided it is not the button. To find just the right button to make the shrug complete is no easy task. There is much love knit into that little shrug, and it needs just the right finishing touch, so I will keep looking.
Our weekly haul from the library. We were one book over the limit. The librarian pointed out that fact, then hit the override key for us. We have the best library around, I am convinced!
The finishing process always makes me nervous. I mean, you have just put a lot of time and care into your knitting. What if you mess up now? Yikes. There is something so final when you snip that yarn.
Well? What do you think?
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  1. Tracey ~ CloverApril 6, 2011 at 9:53 AM

    It came out great and looks so cute on that adorable wee one! You finished with lots of time to spare--good for you.

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  2. RebekahApril 6, 2011 at 10:17 AM

    Too precious! You did a fabulous job! One of these days, I'm gonna have to make time to sit and learn from you!

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  3. MJApril 6, 2011 at 12:18 PM

    So sweet!!! The baby and the vest!!!

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  4. karenApril 6, 2011 at 5:23 PM

    Oh my, she is beautiful in the shrug. You did a fantastic knitting job.

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  5. KarenApril 7, 2011 at 8:03 AM

    absolutely precious. you are the best mama. she will probably never know how much love went into that little shrug, but she will probably be just like you and do the same for her little one. that's how the love goes from generation to generation.

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  6. Mark MaleskiApril 7, 2011 at 12:46 PM

    If you follow through with the mini-farming book, do you have to track down really small animals?

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  7. JennyApril 7, 2011 at 1:29 PM

    Mark- it would help with eating smaller portions too!

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  8. ElisaApril 18, 2011 at 7:40 PM

    Cute! I like it! Don't you love those little bird scissors? I have a black and white pair.

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