Chickenlips Knitting

I seldom do baby blankets, but I have to say I am more pleased with the results of this project than with any other baby afghan I've ever knit. It was a kit from the nice folks at Jimmy Beans Wool. Contents of said kit: pattern for 26 x 27 eyelet ruffle blanket, (the FO looks bigger than those dimensions to me,) and 4 hanks of Blue Sky Cotton Worsted Hand Dyes. I know, white is the least practical for baby items, but I couldn't resist a project that would look crisp and fresh, but feel pillowy soft. Because I made the ruffle edging a little longer than the pattern specified, I did need half a hank more, but fortunately the well-stocked Knitting Bee had exactly what I needed.




Here are a couple of afghan blocks made for a project called "Hokie Healing"--I don't know if I particularly care for that name, but of course it's the thought behind it that's important. The good people at Mosaic Yarn Shop in Blacksburg are asking for enough 8" square blocks to make a blanket for each family that lost a loved one, and of course my stash contained some Debbie Bliss in Hokie colors. The maroon block looks purple, thanks to the distortion of my camera. I used double moss stitch for that one. And I tried to get all fancy with the "elm seeds" stitch pattern found in one of my myriad books, but it wasn't enough to break up the stockinette "rolling" effect. No problem, it's pinned out and drying as I write this.

You may have noticed that this post is virtually 100% grumble-free. Must be the walking. I'm still at it, trying to establish a daily habit of movement. Now I won't go so far as to use the dreaded "e" word--"exercise"--at least, not yet, but I'm keeping an open mind. Another thing it's doing for me, besides giving me back a much-needed sense of being in control, is it's making it easier for me to not eat things I shouldn't. And to me, that's golden, because remorse sucks. Or, "screw guilt," as the 12-step programs say.

But I wouldn't know anything about that... (blush)