I am having so much fun knitting and stitching for this little one. I’m having so much fun saying “my girls” and “my boys”. I almost can’t get my head around the fact that I now have daughters - plural! Eleven years between them, but I can see so much of her big sister in little M. These girls are so feminine and dainty, and yet so strong and determined. I see that stubborn chin again, and blue eyes that seem to be looking inside you.
Little by little the quilt is coming together. When the baby is finally in her crib at night I snatch a bit of time and work on it whilst watching re-runs of ‘Fresh Fields’ on ITV Player (the 80s fashions, hammed-up acting and innocence of the whole thing really appeal to me right now. Pure escapism!) I am so enjoying those mindless (mindful?) rows upon rows of running stitch that I may have to make a cushion to match once the quilt is finished. There are a lot of leftover patches. I don’t know what happened there.
I had to get M’s Camilla sweater knitted and on her before she grew out of it. That pattern is so fun to knit; I’m sure there will be more of these. I love the yellow of the yarn. Lately I seem to be picking out that colour all over the place. Do you think it’s a Spring thing? I want to make this dress to go with the sweater. And a hundred other things. Like dolls and dolls clothes (I’m going to have a go at this). How cute is that book? My new bedtime / middle-of-the-night-whilst-feeding read, along with ‘Emily of New Moon’ which I am reading for the first time. I haven’t totally got into that one, although maybe I’ve just been reading too slowly. My favourite way to read is cover to cover as fast as possible. I used to spend whole days reading. Bundled up in bed, or on a lounge chair in the garden; only moving when hunger or thirst demanded and returning as soon as possible. It seems like another life, another me. I do remember I was sometimes bored. I never am now.