Yep, frogging frogging... ribbit ribbit. Disregard my previous comment! :)

Hello and thanks for such a cute pattern! What happened between round 49 and 51? I just continued in pattern since there seems to be an error but I guess it might affect the decreases too. Not sure. The end of line 49 had the k27 and kfb but the next increase round has knit 47!

3 now? How wonderful! "Good Earth Art" - reading someone else's memory sparked another one of my own. I was in 1st grade and we made antlers out of traces of our hands. Then we painted part of an egg carton red and attached strings for a Rudolph nose. All of us performed Christmas songs for our parents in our artwork!

"Good Earth Art" - What a fantastic idea for your blog! I had a very nice time recalling those memories I shared. I chose the book I did because I want to pass the love of art onto my son. The idea of using natural materials and earth friendly stuff is in line with my parenting and life styles. We want to teach recycling and eco-friendly habits. Thanks!

"Good Earth Art" - I used to love to color in those posters that came with a cheap set of markers that you could find at Michael's craft store. The more detailed the better. I loved the ones with fantasy themes.

"Good Earth Art" - In school at Halloween time we had to cut out a jack-o-lantern face from a tortilla. They were then fried and sprinkled with sugar and cinnamon and we got to eat them. My memories are so sparse but for some reason that one stuck!

"Good Earth Art" - My mom took me to many different kinds of classes as a kid. I tried cooking (which I like then and still do!), tumbling (which I was never good at), and art. I don't recall much about the project because I was so young but I remember feeling like this, ART, that was for me.

"Good Earth Art" I remember getting in trouble a lot for drawing on the walls in permanent marker! Why on earth were there so many where I could reach them anyway???

I would like a copy of "Good Earth Art." I recall my mother making me homemade playdough. I loved to hold the playdough when it was still warm and soft. I loved the smell.