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Yarn Along- Up Close and Vague

So I decided to knit something for my firstborn who turns 22 tomorrow. Umm...I don't know how that is possible because I really don't feel like I have been around long enough to be the mother of someone in their 20's! It is true enough though. I will try to give a sneak peek without giving anything away.


I think the second picture is truer for the colors. I am looking forward to giving it to her in person in about a month if all goes well with our first space-a flight.

We have been reading and listening to audio books. At bedtime, I am reading the third "Mysterious Benedict Society" book. The kids have really enjoyed the other two in the series. In the car, we are currently listening to "Nim's Island". I just finished "Killing Lincoln" by Bill O'Reilly. I am about to start Willa Cather's "Death Comes for the Archbishop". That is a lot more reading than we typically get accomplished. We are not reading in bed every night because it is summer and it doesn't get dark til nearly 10 o'clock and we play and enjoy the outside and daylight while we can. I am dreading the long, dark winter ahead, and then there will be plenty of time to snuggle under blankets by the fire and read and read.

I am posting this late for the link-up at Ginny's. Life keeps happening!
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  1. Jennie C.July 17, 2014 at 8:53 AM

    Whatever it is, it's really pretty! What yarn are you using?

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    1. JennyJuly 17, 2014 at 1:49 PM

      Thanks! I am using knit picks stroll yarn in the fingering weight. The red is called firecracker and the other is the hand painted yarn in hayride. Hayrides and firecrackers go together, right?

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  2. BarbaraJuly 17, 2014 at 10:40 AM

    Love those colors!

    I was just thinking about your first-born the other day and wondering if you would get to see her while you are overseas. I asked my husband how far we are from Franciscan and he said about 120 miles. Not a quick trip, but if she ever really needs someone, or like a Thanksgiving dinner, please tell her we are here for her.

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    1. BarbaraJuly 17, 2014 at 10:45 AM

      I just checked the actual miles and it's 157. But I could get there in under three hours in an emergency!

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    2. JennyJuly 17, 2014 at 1:52 PM

      Thank you so much! Funny, I had been secretly hoping to visit her at Franciscan before we left for Germany and make a little detour to your neck of the woods. I didn't say anything in case plans changed. Boy, did they! I never got to make the trip.

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  3. Tonya GunnJuly 17, 2014 at 11:46 AM

    Beautiful colors. I also have 20 year old son and a 2 year old daughter and more in between - so wonderful.

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