It’s Done

I counted the time: at  40 minutes/4-row pattern and with 97 repeats, it took me about 65 hours to knit Hazel’s blanket. It certainly seemed longer, but mostly because I did it in 4-8 rows at a time. My hands and shoulders just are too old for marathon knitting sessions anymore. One can only take so much ibuprofen.

To have continuity of color,  I efficiently used the blue, white and taupe yarn left from Teddy’s blanket and added “rhubarb” in the same baby-weight washable wool. One could say an homage in red, white, and blue to our country’s 250th birthday this year. That is, if one were not absolutely livid about our dear leader’s ineptness and his ridiculous war. Maybe we the people will wise up.

The waffle pattern, Baby Fern Lake from Berroco, was an easy 1, 2 repeat, but I had to watch every stitch so I didn’t miscount. Very different from the stockinette stitch of Teddy’s, the Easy Striped Baby Blanket by Dabbles & Baubles. That one I could read or watch tv while I knitted away. Hazel’s blanket is also warmer, ironic since she is an April baby and he was born in November. But Utah is always cold in my opinion so I hope she will enjoy it.

To add to my pride, I used all the yarn, with only a handful of snippets left. 

On to the next project. Since I’ve rebuilt a modicum of knitting strength in my hands, I’d like to keep that. I have sock-weight yarn from the Hunderwasser Museum in New Zealand. Perhaps a light blanket for me. TBD

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