Wednesday, February 3, 2010




Carter has 4 crocheted blankets. I made one before he was born, knowing my daughter would be unhappy about him getting his hands caught in the holes. The second I made for his first birthday. I may have roped myself into making one a year to keep up with them wearing out. My own fault for making loose stitches with big hooks because I don't want to devote much time to making afghans. He insists on having all 4, or he can't go to sleep. I was wearing a crocheted sweater once when I was at their house, and Carter petted it, and rolled up with it when I took it off.... I told him he could touch it and play with it while I was there, but it was going home with me. The LOOK he gave me! His dad caught it, laughed, "Grandma, that wasn't the bargain I had in mind!" No, but the sweater did come home with me.


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