News flash: our nephew and his wife, he being the son of Richard’s late sister, had twin baby girls yesterday, everyone healthy and well. Yay! I can just picture Cheryl giving her granddaughters one last hug before their trip down here.
The baby afghan fabric the Malabrigo Rios is turning into for our grandson, meantime, is solid, substantial and warm, exactly what I wanted. But my wrists can only do so many M1 twists at a time, so it tends to go slow.
The blog has been photophobic lately but I’m hoping this old shot goes through. (It’s not a great one, but it’s better than what I’ve been able to get since.)
I brought the blanket with me Thursday to Purlescence to show it off there for the first time, and they all made my day with exclamations of Oh, that’s *pretty*!
I told Sandi, the pattern should be intuitive–but it’s not, and I pulled out a simple scarf to work on.
“Some knitting isn’t social knitting.”
True. But oh, but that yarn and that pattern so much want to be. Just wait till they’re done. Stitch by ongoing stitch, it’s gradually, beautifully, in spite of my impatience, all coming together.
I’m sure my daughter-in-law knows that feeling right now way more than I do.