The weather has really shifted this week and I woke up really chilly for the first time. I also have my first cold of the season. I’m pretending that I am going to spend the winter cozy under blankets knitting lots of fabulous projects while drinking hot tea.
Wee Liesl is finished and ready to go in the mail. Larkspur sighed when I showed it to her, wishing desperately that it was for her own new baby sister. Sorry! I still have a baby, and while I thought he was going to be walking by now based on the few steps he’s been taking, he isn’t. He’s sticking to crawling: onto chairs, onto tables, into trouble. Those little blue shoes were Seth’s. I’ve never been able to part with them, though I think Job is the first baby to wear them since Keats.
I like the way that making plans and winding yarn gives a sense of accomplishment, as if all those projects will just fly off my needles. Yes, I’m good at pretending.