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EVEN MORE stuff that Jen has made: #3


Continuing the series that some very aggressive knitting enthusiasts frightened me into offering, a five day old Ez makes an appearance in the what I am told is a Clementine's Shoes Kimono and a little beanie that she appears able to turn out in less than a day.

This one has drawn plenty of positive comments from random strangers (you know, the drooling imbeciles who try and grab your week old baby in the supermarket), as well as some more polite people.

If you wish, the very nice folks at Clementine's Shoes have posted the free pattern for the kimono online, and I am told that it is knitted in Grignasco Bambi. This is a type of material which may or may not be made from wool cultivated from a freakish deer/sheep/alpaca hybrid.

Now, bear in mind that Jen has altered the pattern somewhat, in a way that I do not understand nor appreciate. I think that it involves the border or edging, but I will be honest with you, I tend to fade out of conversations about knitting as quickly as I do as those about cars.

Comments

Anonymous said…
I don't know much about knitting other than it requires wool, needles and an ability to read knot work from pictures.
I don't have any of those things or abilities!

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU AND YOURS! May it be wonderful!
Unknown said…
Hi Kris,
Thank you for the Christmas greetings.

May I take this opportunity to wish you and your family the very very best over the next few weeks and see you in the year 2009.

Take care and keep those postings rolling in.

James
Karen said…
Happy Holidays to you and your lovely family from an American spending this holiday in Paris.

Your blog is a delight.
Jim Klenke said…
Of course the subject makes the picture great, and Jen looks like she sure is talented, but I would fade in and out talking about knitting also.

I enjoyed your Christmas comment, I hope your entire family has a great Christmas.
Anonymous said…
Ooh I do like that, though I can't knit to save my life.

Happy Christmas to the whole McCracken clan - I'm looking forward to the festive photos :)
Steffi said…
I wish you and your family a very Merry Christmas!
Sweet little Baby on the picture!!

Steffi
Merry Christmas to you Kris...your blog is one of my favorites for reading, along with a Quaker friend of mine....amazingly, you share a lot of some views and perspectives!
Di said…
Thanks for the link and comment, and may I say: Excellent work Jen! Love the i-cord edging.
Don't know why everyone thinks knitting is so complicated or scary though...
Tash said…
Jen is AMAZINGly talented. I can knit, just barely. Still working on an aftgan from 2 winters ago...
Kris McCracken said…
Lisa, you are ahead of me already!

James, thank you!

Karen, again, thanks!
Kris McCracken said…
Jim, Ez does have a tendency to brighten the room.

Jackie, lots of shouting, that’s a traditional Christmas from the McCracken clan.

Steffi, he is a pearl!
Kris McCracken said…
Diva, I don’t think I’ve ever met a Quaker. I know that they eat porridge and don’t like wars. I can dig that.

Di, good stuff! It is the implication of making a small error that does me in with knitting. I haven’t the patience.

Tash, she is certainly better than me at it!

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