
Remember you should "double click" on the photos to get the details throughout junknitting...
Summer in the northwestern Midwestern woods just doesn't get any better than this!

I have this favorite running jacket (picture at the left). The fit is perfect and very flattering so I thought I would copy the measurements and make myself a sweater with the same fit. I had to knit this sweater three times. At one point I simply knit straight from one sweater to the next. Fred didn't take any photos but that is when he started telling me I was a serial knitter. Fred is in Poland this week, so he isn't here to photograph J.K. in the actual sweater. I really like it except for one thing, I wish I had started the neckline later so it was higher up around my neck. Maybe if I remember I will have Fred take a photo when he returns. Love to hear comments if anyone is out there. The back of the sweater is longer than the front.



Using short rows to create a wedge for arch:
Decrease rows for toe:
Short rows to turn toe:
For heal band pick up a stitch on each remaining ridge around the back of slipper. About 38 stitches. Knit 4 ridges and loosely cast off.
Crochet sides together and over arch. Crochet heal rim, and then crochet second sole onto slipper. I use a single crochet for all.


"Are you twins?" they ask at the local butcher shop..."NO!" Junknitter proudly replies..."I'm actually three years older."
This was a very long and snowy winter in Junnitter's hometown for all mammals I would wager. Sometime in late winter Junknitter saw a raccoon staring at her while she was "working" at her desk. Again, she called out to Fred, "Fred, there's a raccoon staring at me and I think he/she is living under our porch." Fred said, "Expletive deleted raccoon." Each night Fred would say, "If you see that *&$%!@ raccoon come out from under the porch go put these stakes in the ground to block the hole." Junknitter's thinking, "Jah, righto Fred, in your dreams." Plus Junknitter loved the little masked bandit. Then, today, Tuesday, May 6, Junknitter came home to an empty house. She saw Fred pull out of the neighborhood right as she was stepping off the the number 72 bus. She tried to track him down, called his mother...but he was not there. While she was chatting with her mother-in-law Junknitter spied something rather large hanging out on her bird feeder. *&#(@*%$! raccoon. Now it is war! 


