Say Good-night, Blankie

Mugsy is not pleased with these late-night Netflix and knitting sessions. He digs the Netflix part; he sleeps throughout, unless he hears me sniff (how is it that no one warned me Million Dollar Baby was a tragedy?) or cheer (North Country), but this up 'til midnight finishing off a blankie is for the birds, he says.

There she is. Baby Cables for Baby Grace. LOVE the pattern, HATE the yarn. I've never met a stretchier acrylic. (Lions Brand Pound of Love, if you missed it, earlier in the blog. The pattern's also from the Debbie Macomber pattern book.) Maybe the visit to present the blankie to the young lady will afford you a better photo, but tired as I am, I couldn't wait to show off the first baby blankie I can say I'd knit again - in a different yarn. Changes? The blanket is supposed to be something like 34" x 42". Mine is truly not measurable, because of how easily the yarn stretches, but I think I stopped a couple repeats shorter, because Grace is just a newborn. I don't think the Knight or his duty crew would be amused if I paged them and asked them to swing by the house on their way home from the little house fire in town, especially since they'd have to drive five miles past the station to get here. No, there will just be no final measurements on blankie, okay?

Here. Have a close up of the pattern. I adore it. I just hope Grace's little fingers and toes don't... Never mind. The way this stuff stretches, she'll be able to slip right back out, and with a good tug by mom, the stitches will ease back into position. Insane.

Now, I really must let Mugsy in before he destroys the front door. Fred is just chillin' on the front porch, hoping against all hope that his Dadaw (aka: the Knitter's Knight) will come home. When he was younger, he'd actually growl at me if I made him come in before he abandoned hope. Silly dog.

Good night Grace. Can't wait to meet you.