Lest I be too prideful...

...I count on life keeping me humble.

On the other hand, I think I can call myself a Knitter.


Behold, the Grandbebe Girl in all her Gloriousness. (No comments, please, other than to agree with this!) Also, she is wearing Miss Muffett in Blue, knitted with all sorts of love by her Grandmama. Also knitted with too small of a neck for the family of giant noggins, which would be our family.

See how humble? The dress would not go over the head. Not no way. Not no how.


(On the other hand, maybe a Knitter would have remembered she always knits hats larger than large for this family of the large craniums.)

I put down the dress, and Youngest Daughter, Grandbebe Girl, and I took a walk in the back yard, chatted a bit, checked out the flowers, the veggies, and such. (Oh, my mind was really into the conversation, let me tell you...)

Then I went to the sewing machine. (See, I am a Sewer, too!) I stitched with eentsy tee tiny stitches down the center back, and up about an inch.

Then I cut my knitting. (Apparently I am a Cutter, too.)


Yes, I did. I cut my knitting.

Miss Muffett then slid over Grandbebe Girl's head smoothly, and fit the rest of her perfectly. I will finish the cut edge....somehow...as appropriate for a Knitter to know to do. I am seriously at the point that if it all comes apart, I will use my extra yarn and reknit the bodice. Seriously. I will hunt down additional yarn if necessary.


I promised the newly and differently finished garment to Youngest Daughter later, and elicited a promise that it be worn at least four times. I think it will hold together that long. And I will feel my effort somehow justified.