Religiously speaking, Easter Sunday is a day for remembering miracles.
We need to add another TWO to the list today:
I FINISHED MY DAD'S SOCKS AND THE WHITE BLANKET. Both. On the same day. Together. Finito.
It is like a weight has been liften, and I'm free to knit whatever I'd like. (OH MY GOODNESS.... I am soooooooooooooooo casting on the second candy necklace after I finish typing this) This is also perfect timing since my sweater design, (more on that later this week), class begins on Saturday and I really need to order up some yarn and get some inspiration for a pattern and some ideas planned out in prep for that.
There will be pictures of the the miracle finishes... as soon as the sunlight is right and the blanket finishes blocking. (It's a little curly. It's acrylic and nylon, hoping that nylon assists with the lying flat thing.) I keep looking over to where the blanket is blocking and smiling... enjoying the feeling of having that PAINFUL blanket finished.
Happy! Happy! Happy!