The Colorful Shawl Story 135/365

I made this this little beauty as the beginning of my shawl making ways. The year, 1989.  The place, Franklin County, Indiana. I had three little kids, a bag full of gifted sport weight yarn and a Glorious Knits book from the library. Oh those were the days.

I left it in my insurance agent's office for a year once and at my oldest son's best friend's house for 6 months but it has always come back to me, thank God.

Me and Dakota at the Citadel Mall waiting on Jack to pick us up. I got to be the hero for once, buying Dakota brand new pants and sweats off the rack along with steel toed boots, new socks and a late lunch at Chick Fil A with Dalton.