Barbie's Shawl -- Versatile Grandma's Dishcloth Pattern

I love the Grandma's Dishcloth Pattern. You can use it so many ways. Sometimes I even make dishcloths!
When Jen, Becky, Kelly and Lala were learning to knit before I left Texas, Becky really wanted to make a lacy shawl. I knew she needed an easy pattern because she was still learning and she had not yet progressed to the Purl Stitch. So-- what did I do? I taught her Grandma's Dishcloth.
As a demo of the pattern I made for one of Lala's Barbie's. This was quick to whip out and would let Becky see how the pattern worked. I knitted about 15 rows, then did a row of K1 YO K2Together until I was three from the end. That finished with a K1 YO K2T, K1. After that I did the "lace row" every ten rows. The shawl was knitted until it was as wide as wearers arms are when extended (about your own height). For Barbie around 12" was big enough. Extra long fringe finished it off.
Jen and Becky are big kids at heart. I gave them the Barbie model when I finished it, one night after Lala was asleep. They sat in Jen's room talking, and found themselves absently combing Barbie's hair and rearranging her dress and shawl while they talked. The girls may get bigger, but Barbie is still with them...

Life Changes

The Experts list changing jobs and moving right up there with Death of a Close Family Member for high stressors that can affect your health. I do believe it.
We've been in the Kansas house three months now; I've been on my new job about six weeks. The furniture has pretty much found it's permanent locations but the boxes are still reproducing faster than I can unpack them. We really are going to have to have that It Didn't All Fit Sale. I have found the floor in most of the rooms.
The south bedroom was the big challenge. We stuffed all the "I'll think about it tomorrow... at Tara" stuff in there. I tackled that room last weekend and sorted the boxes. Unfortunately, those were my yarn boxes and sewing boxes and they were not going to be unpacked, just organized.
We put the sewing stuff in the attic (which is convieniently reached from a ladder in the south bedroom) and stashed the yarn tubs under the sewing tables. Aargh! I can't get my black chair in there! Joe, my son in college, gallantly offered to take the chair for his desk. (Why do I feel I lost on that one?) I still have to find room for Mom's cedar chest (full of fabric) that will also go in there. It's a small room. There may only be room to walk down the center.
Those Experts don't know stress. They missed Not Being Able to Use Your Sewing Room.