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December 31, 2004
Picot-Boo
Look what came yesterday!
Isn't it beautiful? And it's so, so soft. AND you can throw it in the washing machine! (My sister will love that!) This amazing yarn is Art Yarns Supermerino in color #108. It will be this cutie little sweater with the picot trim:
Hence, the name Picot-Boo! The pattern comes from the Family Circle Easy Knitting Holiday 2004 Issue. It will be perfect for little Charlotte, who can now say "I love you, Cara!" Yeah!
I almost forgot to show you the secret Xmas gift for Georgie. It was a scarf. You can imagine my horror when I realized it was in America's Team's colors. And me being a Philly girl and all. [You must watch the video on the Philly link! Go Mummers! Go Eagles!]
My dad didn't make it up yesterday - he's under the weather - but he's on his way now. He's bringing me my birthday book! Ever since the day I was born, my father has been giving my siblings and I a book on our birthday. He always writes these sappy inscriptions in the front (You're a woman now! You're a teenager! Always an I'm so proud of you!) None of us ever, EVER open the book before our birthdays. And we always call each other to find out what we got and read the inscription to each other. He keeps it a deep, dark secret. I think my mom always resented that he never told her what the books were, let alone let her in on the gift-giving. Tomorrow will be my 35th book - I have all of them. Some of the stand-outs:
Rain Makes Applesauce for my third birthday.
Sam, Bangs and Moonshine for my fourth.
The Hobbit for my eighth.
Gone with the Wind for my eleventh.
The Fountainhead for my thirteenth.
1984 for my fourteenth birthday, January 1, 1984. (I was too freaked out to read it!)
A Canticle for Leibowitz for my 21st.
Then there were the college years - he gave me biographies of Lillian Hellman and Sylvia Plath back to back. I said, Dad, spare me. No more depressing women! And I don't even like biographies! Since then he's stuck to fiction. We have a little game though, because of all of his children (there are four of us) I read by far the most - and have the most books. Books are my life. It's his special challenge each year to find me something I don't have. Haven't read. Maybe even haven't heard of. He takes pride in the fact that he hasn't given me a duplicate yet. So tune in tomorrow for my birthday book.
Posted by Cara at December 31, 2004 11:46 AM
Topics: Miscellaneous
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Comments
What a great "dad" tradition with those books--I love it.
I saw some of that Art Yarns merino at WEBS last weekend. The only thing that kept me from putting it in my basket was that I didn't have a project lined up for it. Enjoy picot-boo!
Posted by: Colleen at December 31, 2004 02:12 PM
One of my favorite memories of my dad is sitting on his lap while he reads me "Green Eggs And Ham". I can still hear his voice in my head when I read it to my own daughter. Give your dad an extra kiss from me, okay?
Posted by: terri at December 31, 2004 02:31 PM
I love that tradition! I can't wait to hear what he picks out this year.
For some reason your pictures aren't loading for me. I'll open another browser & check.
Have fun at your birthday dinner. :)
Posted by: Annie at December 31, 2004 03:15 PM
That tradition is amazing... not just a book, but a hand-picked, inscribed little piece of Cara-archaeology :)
Happy Birthday to you! and Happy New Year!
Posted by: Lolly at January 1, 2005 07:22 AM
Oh yeah... and the knits!
LOVE the Art Yarns--I thought that that little sweater was precious! Can't wait to see your progress on it. I know it will be great!
Posted by: Lolly at January 1, 2005 07:23 AM