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Yarn Along

Now that I know that this sweater made it to it's new home, I can show you the final pictures without spoiling the surprise. Oh, I tell you it is so hard to hand over that hand-knit item to a postal worker and trust that they will handle your package with care.

I am still reading 'The Gift of an Ordinary Day'. I am about halfway through and I really wish I had been able to read this when my older girls were not already grown and out of the house.

Joining Ginny, as usual.

Before adding the buttons. I went to my first German fabric store and managed to convey my need of small buttons.





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  1. mamasmercantileMay 22, 2014 at 3:11 AM

    Beautiful colour and those little buttons are a delight. Where are you in Germany? My husband was in the British Army for 22 years and served in Detmold, Gutersloh and Soest, wonderful times.

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    1. JennyMay 22, 2014 at 6:41 AM

      We are stationed at Sembach with the Army Band. It is absolutely beautiful here!

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  2. Jennie C.May 22, 2014 at 9:29 AM

    We love our sweater! Just right for keeping the chill off at Mass. And the one I made for her? She's growing so fast, by the time I finished it (in only three weeks) she'd outgrown it. I stuff her in it sometimes anyway. :-)

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