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Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Remember Babette?

I finished crocheting the squares to Babette and got them all laid out ages ago.  Then I joined together about a quarter of the squares and that was it.  Babette has been in the center of the floor of my sewing room all this time.  I've blocked around it, designed around it and gone stash diving around it.  Logan, who had just been allowed into the sewing room right before I laid out Babette, was gated out again and The Wrecking Ball Maximus, doesn't even know there's a room there because I keep the door closed.  (He' SO not ready to find out about things like yarn stashes and spinning wheels and fiber and sewing machines.)  This meant that for me to do any work on Babette, I had to shut myself in the room (or go behind the gate pre Max) and then I could only work on anything while Logan squeaked his Squeaks of Great Loneliness as he was unable to be near his Mommy.  This was already the tragic sound track I wind balls of yarn to (if Max knew there was a ball winder and swift in there his head would probably explode) and you can imagine the guilt I get when I wind more than one ball at a time.  Never mind if everyone else was home at the time, Logan cannot be separated from his Mommy for any length of time and be expected to survive such trauma.  So since I knew that any progress on Babette would be accompanied by a big, heaping helping of doggy mom guilt, Babette has just sat there, in the middle of the floor.

Then one day a light bulb went on in my head!  Why the idea only recently appeared, I do not know, but it occurred to me that I could take small sections of Babette and pin them to a towel, which could then be rolled up until it was safe to work on (i.e: Max was completely worn out and had fallen asleep with his legs in the air, preferably under the covers).  I got a second quarter of Babette pinned on a towel and moved it downstairs.  Last night, I unrolled just a little bit and started working on joining squares.  I got what you see at the top half all joined up!  I can't believe how fast it went once I remembered what I was doing.  Once I get the rest of this quarter joined, I'll pin another quarter's worth of squares to the towel and work on those.  I might actually finish Babette in this lifetime!

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Blogger Bgstoner said...

I actually was thinking of Babette yesterday and was tempted to post a comment asking "What ever happened to the Babette blanket?" Then I thought it might be a touchy subject since you hadn't mentioned it in a while.

11:05 AM  
Blogger Cindy said...

so pretty! I'm working on my Babette right now..sewing it up as I go

12:28 PM  
Anonymous Amy said...

Glad to see your Babette has resurfaced! Looking forward to FO pix.

(I totally understand your need to find stealthy ways to get it done.)

6:13 PM  
Blogger Michelle said...

I thought of you when I bought yarn for my own Babette earlier this month.

7:03 PM  

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