Thursday, September 19, 2013

Crocheted Baby Blanket


Hello, Dear Ones.
Well, we've decided to go ahead and wait two weeks to fly out and see our little new grandbaby.
We had already purchased our tickets way in advance and it costs so dog gone much to change them.
So, this will give little Camp a chance to learn how to nurse and Carter the time to settle down about having a baby brother.
At first I had a hard time about not going NOW but I've prayed and the Lord has given me such a peaceful calmness that I know it's the right thing to do.
My daughter and son-in-law's church are bringing a meal every day for two weeks!
God is so good!

Okay, on with the show...
I didn't want you to think I had left little Sweet Pea out 
when it came to handmade gifts.
No, siree!
 I crocheted Sweet Pea a little baby blanket.
Those are a pair of my little baby shoes from almost 62 years ago! 
Man, I'm getting old!

 Now don't get too impressed because the blanket is just a big big granny square and this is how I make all my baby blankets.
 I found this sweet fluffy almost spongy yarn to use.
 I didn't know what sex Sweet Pea was going to be when I made this but now I see it will be just fine.

I didn't measure but the blanket is quite large and I finished it off with a pretty shell border.
So, I'll be looking forward to wrapping up and telling little Sweet Pea 
how I made this blanket just for ?? him or her.
Now I know we have a little him! :)

Thank you all so much for your sweet wishes about our little grandbaby.

Be a bunch of sweeties,
Shelia :)

I'll leave you with a little Note Song ~

Baby I'm Yours

 Baby I'm yours
And I'll be yours until the stars fall from the sky
Yours until the rivers all run dry
In other words, until I die
Baby I'm yours
And I'll be yours until the sun no longer shines
Yours until the poets run out of rhyme
In other words, until the end of time
I'm gonna stay right here by your side
Do my best to keep you satisfied
Nothing in this world can drive me away
'Cause every day you'll hear me say
Baby I'm yours
And I'll be yours until two and two is three
Yours until the mountain crumbles to the sea
In other words, until eternity
Baby I'm yours
Till the stars fall from the sky
Baby I'm yours
Till the rivers all run dry
Baby I'm yours
Till the poets run out of rhyme
Baby I'm yours

~ sung by Barbara Lewis