I can barely contain myself as I write this: I have finished knitting my blanket. Finished! Even my last thread has been woven in. It is complete. To get an idea of the monster of this thing, I cast on 182 stitches (just under four feet wide) on 52″ size 9 needles–and knit for six feet. Plus I messed up and ripped back about a foot and re-knit it. So by my math, thats 6.5 (feet) plus 1 (foot ripped and redone) times 12 (inches) times 4 (rows per inch) times 182 (stitches per row), or 61,152 stitches. Holy crap, that’s a lot of knitting!

It took a year to knit it. And in that year, I discovered I was pregnant, went through my entire pregnancy, delivered my first child, and enjoyed her first four months of life. All that is knit into this blanket. All the joys, all the worries, all the discoveries, all the love. That is the gift of knitting. Oh, and having a cool blanket when you are done, too. Here’s a picture of a small part of it:

Wonder what I’ll start next. . . . Booties? Socks? A scarf for a friend’s child? Another blanket? HAHAHA! Maybe in another 37 years I’ll knit another blanket. A baby blanket. For my grand baby. Oh, the possibilities are endless. . . . But I think I’ll start with these Baby Mary Jane booties for Sun: