I have News. The American Blanket raffle drawing has taken place, and Michaela has graciously allowed me to notify the world (and the winner) of the winner.
***JOAN HAMER*** of ***MANCHESTER, PENNSYLVANIA***, come on down!
Joan, I have your address, but please email me to confirm. I’m askeert to give this labor-of-many-hands to the United States Postal Service without at least double-checking the address.
This past weekend, I bid a fond KayCam farewell to the blanket. I steamed it, I checked for holes at the seam meet-ups, I steamed it some more, I folded it, I refolded it, and I took many dramatic photos.
Buh-bye, American Blanket Number 1.
Be careful out there, ya big slipcover. Love you!
Hello, American Blanket Number 2
To be merciful to everyone concerned, American Blanket Number 2 is going to be throw-sized. Suitable for curling up on a small sofa, wrapping around your shoulders, and generally parading around the house pretending to be Kaffe Fassett. (Oh, like you don’t do that. Please.)
I’m starting with 11 zig-zag columns of 11 squares each. Then I’ll be out of diagonal squares, and I’ll figure out what to do next. Some kind of border(s). Log cabin? Checkerboard? Stay tuned, blanket fans. (If you already have tickets, you’ll be in the drawing for this. If you don’t already have tickets, (a) what is wrong with ya and (b) there is still plenty of time.)
Boom Market For Dead Animals
Ann. Honey. When we started co-blogging back in ought-three, I always knew that someday, taxidermy would be involved. (You seemed to know a lot about hides, is what I’m saying.) I wish you had given me a little more lead time, so I that I could have purchased a squirrel at a reasonable price for the Teeny Project Runway contest. I can’t do an anteater, but I was hoping for a squirrel who died of natural causes after a happy, free-range, home-schooled life in the woodland. Now I have to consider the synthetic options. Oh well.
Happy Monday! Congrats to Joan!