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Yarn Along

I am late to the yarn along this week, but I hope you will forgive me. Jack had Altar Server Boot Camp this week, which meant I had to have everyone ready to be out the door by 8:15. I realize that doesn't seem like a big deal to most people, but to this mama, it is. We have been getting to bed late because the sun doesn't set until sometime around 10:00 pm, and I can't blame the kids, for my internal clock is just as confused. So early rising is quite the challenge.

But onto the knitting. I am working on my "Heathered" cardigan. I always try to learn some new knitting skill with each project. This time, I tried "spit-splicing" my new skein of yarn to the old one. It worked beautifully and there are no ends to weave in! A big plus in my book. I will try to link to the Youtube video I watched to learn this amazing technique.

I just finished reading David McCullough's "The Wright Brothers". I really enjoyed this book. I was so inspired by the incredibly good character of those men. They had integrity, something I truly admire in people. Not being swayed from your moral compass by those with more power and wealth. I can only hope to instill such good character in my own children.

Joining Ginny, as usual.

The spliced section is on the tile, the new section is on the wood. You can tell that it has been felted together, and I was a little worried about how it would look when actually knitted into the garment.

The spliced stitches are on the joint of the needle.

I have divided for the sleeves and am working on the main body of the sweater.



Comments

  1. Looks great. Love that pattern. I wish I could find an equally good method for joining cotton yarn.

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    1. Me too! Weaving in ends is one of my least favorite parts of knitting.

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  2. I just bought yarn for that same pattern! I love the bits of texture and the pockets.

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    1. The texture is why I bought this pattern! I haven't decided about the pockets yet. I may leave them off.

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