Really, really easy. My mother-in-law and I joined a knitting prayer group at my church. To get into it, I picked up a knitting loom, recommended by my friend Jenlar. It's called the Knifty Knitter, and it's so easy I can't believe it! Do you know what you do? You wrap the yarn around pegs. Then you use a pick to pull the bottom loops over the top loops. Then you wrap more yarn, and repeat.
Still not convinced? Well, get this! I started out on Sunday making a child's hat. I finished it Monday. On Tuesday, I started a lacy-looking scarf for someone who I can't name. I finished it tonight...all six feet of it! I have to add the fringe; that is IT!
I took photos, but it's late, so I'll have to add them later.
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
This is the saddest post I have ever made. It's been over a month, but I still don't know if I can get through this without crying, so bear with me.
On July 26, 2006, in Afghanistan, a very sweet, beautiful young woman named Caroline lost her life in a helicopter accident. She was traveling with her mother Darlene and her sister Bryn to visit her dad, a civilian contractor working on base in Afghanistan.
Caroline was a wonderful person and a true joy to know. She was always kind and always exhuberant. She and her mother and sister were active members of their church in Midtown Atlanta. Caroline had just graduated from Grady High School and would have started at the University of Georgia last month.
My fondest, clearest memories are of her and her best friend Kate joking around in class. Whenever we were working on a particularly difficult combination or routine, we could always count on them to remain upbeat. Together, they were a blast. The loss of Caroline makes me treasure Kate all the more.
Please pray for Kate and for Caroline's family, especially her dad. Perhaps it seems strange to ask that now, five weeks later, but I think now is when they need that prayer most. All around them life has returned to normal and settled into a new routine. But for those closest to them, the pain and emptiness left by the loss of the Moulder women won't disappear so soon.
Caroline, I can't wait to see you again. You know I'll look you up when I get to heaven.