My first knitting project was a baby blue cotton blanket that I made for a friend. I had just miscarried my first boy at twenty weeks in utero. I proceeded to make a few easy things like scarves, but I never really got into the art form. I collect yarn and knitting books occasionally, but I don't knit. It really is a perfect activity to do while waiting the required hour and a half at the doctor's office. But I don't knit. I think I got off on the wrong foot with the craft, and it is time to exorcise those old feelings.
The big girls, however, are beginning to enjoy crafting. Daughter #2 is crocheting, and Daughter #1 is learning to quilt. They are using their budding talent and skill for their 'Crafters for Life' club that will donate handmade items to crisis pregnancy centers. Daughter #1 wants me to teach her to knit because crocheting is Daughter #1's 'thing.' So even in this demi-paradise, there is a bit of sibling rivalry. But I might just have to pick up my knitting needles again.
She's working on granny squares to make into a blanket, and she's reading Rainbow Valley (my old copy) for the third time.
She's sewing like a wild woman to get ready for the next Crafters for Life meeting. She has completed six quilt tops. As you can see, it is a very simple pattern, but it has been fun. The fabric came from one of my sisters who will be receiving an extra special quilt in time for a certain someone who is arriving by St Valentine's Day. The George MacDonald book was purchased at the recommendation of, yes, Leila at Like Mother, Like Daughter
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