My other mistake is in the first 5". She would have ripped it all out. I figure that it just shows my process as a beginning knitter. I couldn't count to 4. And I couldn't "read my knitting." I knit Row 1,2,3,2,3,4. You can see it here. It's not a dropped stitch. And it won't affect shaping. And the chevrons still line up. So I wanted to leave it.
So...what I love about this one. Half of it was knit while I was expecting 2. And half was knit by my Gram. Someday I'll finish this one for my little girl. Right now it's 46" wide and we've knit for 26". I have plenty of yarn to make this about 60". That's big for a baby blanket. But I might finish this by the time she's 5. And by then, the blankies she sleeps with now will be needing a replacement.
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What a rich history that blanket has! It was the representation of love for so many. I bet your gram also talked about it with her friends as she was knitting it and they coo'd and admired her granddaughter's work. I am sure you did too. I hope you finish it soon. I want to see it wrapped about her!
that will be a wonderful keepsake to remember gram by!
What a lovely blanket. I think that it is so neat that you and your Gram both worked on it.
That's a beautiful blanket and such a pretty color.
That will be a wonderful keepsake and faimly histpry piece for 2 when she grows up!
What a special blanket! It's amazing how crafting pulls generations together, isn't it?
Oh that's so gorgeous and what a cool story. I'm sure she will always treasure it.
I finished a cross stitch sampler my mom was working on when she died. It was a cross stitch sampler for my nephew and godson Will.
Although many of the stitches were in the wrong places (she had a brain tumor, but kept stitching as long as she could) and I groaned a lot as I picked them out and set them straight...
I wouldn't have traded the experience for all the world. It was such a powerful way of connecting with my mother's spirit.
When I pulled the last thread through and cut the strand connecting my mother, myself, and my nephew, I cried a little.
Then I took up my needle and made one last addition: her initials next to mine.
Thank you for reminding me of the way we are all bound together in love: of the craft and of each other...
Blessings!
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