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It's a Sunshine Day

I may not be motivated to exercise, but I've been in the mood to knit -- all the time -- lately! I'm currently knitting my second baby cardigan, this time in buttery yellow instead of green. They have potential owners, too...a set of twins due later this year to a coworker friend of Tim's!

I'm also waiting on a delivery of Lion Brand Yarn from my friendly neighborhood UPS driver. I ordered a yarn kit for a "Sunshine Day Baby Throw." (You can find the pattern under free knitting patterns for babies on the site. You have to register to see the patterns, but registration is free and easy.) Super simple pattern (although I'm going to do something different with the edges to keep them from rolling up) and fab colors. Who wouldn't love a blankie made from hues called duckie, sweet pea, aqua, pinkpoodle, berrylicious, lime, seaspray, berry, blossom, and maize?

This will be a new technique for me though: knitting with two strands of yarn at once. Each stripe consists of two different yarn colors knitted together. I don't think it'll be a problem. Not real portable for lugging around town to my favorite coffee shops, but I think the effect will be well worth it. And it's going to another friend who is due later this year, too.

The yarn shipped yesterday. I'm tentatively planning a knitting get-together with a friend on Sunday. I sure hope it gets here by then!! I'm beside myself with fiber giddiness!

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