Seemingly, this has evolved into a quarterly blog. The worst bit was that it's been so long since I logged into typepad that I forgot my password. How embarrassing.
In the meantime, I've knitted. I'm not pulling your yarn, I swear. I finished Elsa's Floyd Pullover from Vintage Baby Knits, but haven't photographed it or her wearing it. She wore it once. My mother thought it was too big for her, so she hasn't worn it since. I'll either wash and---oh what's that word? that thing I never do? blocking, maybe I'll block it, or hope she grows into it.
It's a shame that patterns in VBK only go to size 24 months. I didn't make near as many frocks from the book as I'd hoped. They're gorgeous.
Then, Wallaby fever hit. I started one for Bergen, Kelly's oldest child, four years ago. And stopped. I think I was bored. The striping did it. And even though I finished this striped Wallaby, I'll never do another. The pattern is okay. The thought of making one for myself or for Elsa somewhat excited me. In a self-striping yarn, maybe. Or just plain solid. So I finished that.
And now I'm working between two projects. Tango--for my sister in a pale green hempathy--and the Essential Tank for me. I'm using a pale grey Paton's I picked up at Michael's long ago.
My Ravelry account sees much action these days as I scour the site for cute toddler sweaters. Some days I have more luck than others.
And Elsa rode a horse! She loved it. Of course. She is astride Jewels in this photo. She's eighteen months now and everyone tells us how tall she is for her age. Still not talking, so much. She babbles, but it's her own language entirely. Sometimes we think she says "silly," "hide," and "I did it," but who knows?
Anyway, this is my first small step in realizing my goal of blogging again. I read One small step can change your life: the kaizen way a few months ago and am trying to return to the practice and the knitting/crafting/blogging community.
