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I was going to post about how I don't believe in coincidences and even when things seem random, eventually I get the connection. Sometimes it's science, sometimes it's karma. Sometimes it takes me years to figure it out.

I've had a whole bunch of not coincidences going on, a sad one illustrated here. A year ago this week I cast on for this, my first sock ever. This week... a breeze came through the koigu. Sad little puppet, isn't it?

So, that's the short of it.
You want a truly cool knitting coincidence, go over to Cara's.

In just a few hours I'm leaving for another Shear Spirit sheep & goat farm book photography trip, this time off to Oregon and Northern California. If you don't see a post here for a couple weeks, it's not that I don't want to share, it 'll be for lack of internet connection. I'll be busting at the seams with pixels. Just you wait. I am so looking forward to seeing that part of the US.

Meanwhile, some recent tinkering with crochet on a sweater edge (Ok my mom did the tinkering, I watched) got me thinking, and then Lisa's post got me wishing, for time to do a newfangled granny square blanket like the one she showed. I know someone with 84 unsewn mitered squares on the top of her bookshelf should not be uttering these words. But there you have it.

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Not that I'm insufficiently granny-squared in a more traditional way. This blankets sits on our bed, made by my great grandma Gussie in the 1940's. The squares are about 3 " on each side, all gazillion (seriously, its 27 by 39 squares, you do the math. OY!) Every bit edged in industrial strength black mystery fiber. So psychedelic! So durable!