I often personify my knits and talk about them as if they have personalities. I know I’m not alone in this. Sometimes they soothe us, sometimes they anger us, delight us, keep us up at night. We love them and cuddle them. We sometimes blame them for things. Sometimes it feels as though each piece of knitting is a living creature to treasure. I don’t have any projects in recent memory that I haven’t fallen in love with along the way. We breathe love into them with every stitch and later they breathe that back with their comfort and utility.

Here is another peek at the creature I’m creating, that will soon provide love back in the form of warmth and coziness. Other knitted children are distracting, but I’m doing my best to keep focus and press on with this gargantuan shawl.


I’m on my last color!!!! Yes, that sentence deserves several exclamations when it means I’m almost on the last 1/4 mile of this mile long shawl. I have two balls of this dark brown and will have to begin the ruffle when I’m a little over halfway through the first ball.

Matt likes to remind me that he has two pairs of socks on the needles that I’m not working on. I remind him that he has as many projects on the needles that are for him as I have for myself, so he is a lucky man.

All of my doubts about this transition of neutral colors are fading. I think this shawl is growing up to be a lovely creature.

Guess who else is growing into a lovely creature? Zooey is 11 months old at the end of this month. She’s a blur as soon as I whip out the camera, but I got a couple of mostly still shots. I can’t believe it’s been almost 11 months. I think she’s cooler every single day.

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11 months

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