My Custom-made Blanket

No. 1 is very busy with grad school these days, but before classes started, she kept herself occupied by crocheting. She likes to do that, so she found a pattern for a blanket and made it for her study—it looks great with the red walls and the wooden blinds we installed in the huge windows.

I liked the design so much, I asked her to make one for me. So, using yarn I ordered and had shipped to her, she got to work. Here is what she made—Tiger likes it, too.

Tiger also likes my horn case and tends to curl up in it when I practice.

The little guy had a tumor removed from his leg and will have the stitches removed on Friday. He seems OK to me, but we're still waiting on the results of the biopsy.

Comments

Shan said…

This is the cutest blanket! Your girls are both so clever and crafty like their momma! Oh dear, what am I passing down to my children? :]

I hope Tiger is Ok. I'm sure the horn case therapy will have him good as new in no time.

11:19 AM

MmeBenaut said…

Very clever daughter; gorgeous blanket for poor Tiger who looks very comfortable in your horn case.

9:55 PM

dive said…

Ahhhhh …
That's a lovely blanket, Robyn, but the photo of Tiger in your horn case is simply irresistible.

4:16 AM

Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…

Really lovely blanket. I know how to do the circles but incorporating them into the blanket, being rectangular....how?

5:15 AM

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