One Down, Three To Go...

04/25/2011

One Down, Three To Go...

Guess who got a lot done this weekend?

Me!

This blanket will be going to my trainer, who's due to have her baby girl any second now... but who is nonetheless still teaching several classes a week and working with her usual roster of private clients.

She's a crazy lady. And she's gonna be a great mom.

Posted at 09:22 AM in Knitting | Permalink

Tags: having a baby, knitting

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And she's going to LOVE LOVE LOVE that blanket!

Posted by: Chris | 04/25/2011 at 09:23 AM

Beautiful! I like the colors.

Posted by: Brenna | 04/25/2011 at 09:29 AM

Looks great! I'm sure she will love it!

Posted by: Beth | 04/25/2011 at 09:43 AM

i just want to touch it. very tactile. lovely keepsake. one of mine called his a 'yanket' the other called his a 'canket' then just plain 'cank'. plus each one had a 'lilla'. sweet dreams.

Posted by: jerie b | 04/25/2011 at 11:06 AM

That basketweave effect is one of my favorites.

Were the squares knitted individually and then stitched together? Or is the whole blanket two layers?

I am an unfacile knitter myself.

Posted by: actuary | 04/25/2011 at 12:33 PM

Snazzy! Is that picked up along the edges or pieced?

Posted by: Jen | 04/25/2011 at 05:46 PM

Absolutely beautiful!

Posted by: Shannon | 04/25/2011 at 07:15 PM

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L.A. 2009. I’m stuck in traffic on the 101 freeway, listening to Isabella Rosselini on NPR. Isabella, for some reason, mentions that starfish are one of those rare species that can reproduce asexually, and I realize that if I could do that, I wouldn't have to worry about finding a boyfriend/husband. I wouldn’t have to internet date! I wouldn't have to figure out if I want to/can/should have a baby/adopt a baby/child on my own. I wouldn't have to stress about things like FSH levels, or weigh my feelings on in vitro versus adoption. I would just have a baby. Thus began my starfish envy.

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