The Daughter Sweater

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I’m continuing the knitting series today with the newest addition to my daughter’s sweater collection.

I loved making my daughter sweaters when she was little, but she went through a phase in elementary school and middle school when she absolutely refused to wear sweaters I made. I reluctantly turned my needles to other things. Once high school hit, however, she began to appreciate a good, warm sweater. Now that she’s full size 🙂 they take a bit longer to  make, but I do try to make her one a year.

 

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This Maeve sweater by Carrie Bostick Hoge was the perfect choice for this year. My daughter picked out a cadet blue super wash wool from Knit Picks and I was off.

This was a super fun and fast project, and it looks very flattering. I’m planning to look for a beautiful shawl pin to close the front and make the whole thing even cosier for the cold, New England Winter.

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One For the Book Wish List!

footsteps-of-sheepI have a feeling this new column on Mason Dixon Knitting is going to dictate the direction of my wish list for a time, but this first one is especially appealing: knitting, spinning, Scotland, socks! Yes, Please! (Though you’ll find me in a B&B rather than a tent in a cow pasture).

Debbie Zawinski’s In the Footsteps of Sheep reviewed by Franklin Habit.

Some Nose!

Some Nose!

She was a rescue, our Gypsy, and despite more than three years of eating really well, she still searches for food wherever we go.  Usually when we’re out on our early morning walk. I’m looking ahead to see what goodies might be there. “Leave it” is not a command she seems likely to master–ever. However, as the week drags on I tend to be sleepier on our  jaunts and more likely to miss smelly sidewalk morsels.

Yesterday along the road with shops and fast food places, the route that usually has the best pickings, there were no prospects. At all. Not one doughnut crumb, French fry, or blue jay wing. As we headed onto the more residential streets I relaxed. We were days past trash day when chicken bones abound, extracted from trash bags by the neighborhood raccoons. Surely there wouldn’t be anything for her to find.

Suddenly, Gypsy pounced, head disappearing entirely into a hedge. She came out with a branch sticking out of one side of her mouth and a Ziplock bag with half a sandwich in the other. Half a sandwich. In a Ziplock bag. In the middle of a bush. That’s some nose!

She carried that thing home double time hoping to get a chance to scarf it down when I wasn’t paying attention, but in the end, thwarted by my unwillingness to stop and let her eat it, she dropped it on the stair landing and went off in search of water.

Today’s walk was different. She scored treats from two gas station attendants simply by walking by. Then, as we were nearing home and I was preparing to warn her off a garbage bag of corn husks the squirrels had gotten into, one of the scamps tried to bean her with a corn cob from the tree above. No harm, no foul for Gypsy. She carried that sucker all the way home.

The squirrel must have known it’s #NationalDogDay.

I’d Had It…

…with my old hosting company. And there were some security problems that made me want to build the site again from scratch. So please bear with me as I do. I may be writing to no one, as I’m not sure if subscribers make the jump automatically or not.

I’ll be moving some of the old content as I get to it, and the link to MGYABookReviews works. New reviews will be coming up there beginning tomorrow and continuing on Thursdays, so check in or add MGYABookReviews.com to your feed.

Best,

Sarah