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I really like this idea from Small Things.

The knitting is a wool diaper cover for Therese. It is easily my worst knitting project. Ever. First, I run out of yarn and have to add a second color. Then, while adding the short rows, I accidentally added the second one on the front instead of the back! Third, I somehow got one stitch off of the pattern so that the ribbing is weird. I am not finished yet, leaving me ample opportunity to mess up even more. But considering what the finished item will be used for, I am letting it go.

The book is Her Mother's Hope by Francine Rivers. This is the first story I have read by this author and seeing how this book ends on an unfinished note so you have to read the sequel to see what happens, I will be reading the sequel. I liked the story enough to want to know the rest of the story!

Comments

  1. Thanks for the suggestion, and what a cute little diaper cover!

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  2. I need to knit my first diaper cover for Beatrix. Yours looks great despite your mistakes (I can't see them!) I haven't read any Francine Rivers.

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  3. I'm certain the baby doesn't care about any mistakes in your knitting. And it looks good to me. Wish I had done cloth diapers!

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  4. Ha ha on the mistakes! I did a post on how I even have trouble counting to ONE when I knit! But somehow the first project is like that and then the next one goes quickly.
    I think that cover is super adorable and looks like you totally planned it that way.

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  5. I really like Francine Rivers. I will have to get this one. The nice thing about having older daughters is that we all share books and we all like her! I really like the diaper cover and I could not see any mistakes. It seems like we are all our own worst critics! I enjoyed your post and am looking forward to more.

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  6. The cover is super cute, love the color combination, and imho, there are no mistakes in knitting, just learning curves :) Many blessings,

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  7. I love the looks of the diaper cover. I still am using PUL covers...I just am afraid of wool! I need to stop that. The wool covers are so cute! Do they keep the baby dry at night?
    Anyways..the book..LOVE Francine Rivers..although I've only read "Redeeming Love". You have to read that one soon. It is a fast read. It's really stressful in the beginning (for me at least - heavy subject matter), but it's all about how we sometimes feel worthless and can't accept God's love...it's just a great novel and great book. Hope you get to read it soon. The library will have it. Sorry for my super long note!

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  8. hahaha. you're brave to post your mistakes. love that. and love that you are finding time to read. very good.

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