Things are getting back to normal here. I had a lovely two weeks with my visitors, many giggles and crafting sessions and saw a lot of the extremely beautiful country where I am lucky enough to live. I arrived home feeling very inspired (thank you, Shetland!), and my knitting mojo is back and fierce.
I’ve had so many kind messages over the last weeks, so at the end of this post there will be a tiny amount of little one chat – if you are sensitive to this for whatever reason please feel free to stop reading after the pictures x Next time I will talk about knitting…
(My mum’s new, slightly modified Sheep Heid. It is a work of art, her colourwork skills are totally inspiring.)
Turns out I took a lot more pictures of Skye than Shetland, probably because as soon as we landed my fingers were clenched round my knitting needles. I will save the yarn chatter for another day…
And so to me and my little one. Things still seem to be fine. People who know what they’re talking about keep telling me that things are fine and that they know for sure that this little one does not have the same terrible condition that affected our son last year. So that particular worry has melted, and I try hard not to fill my mind with thoughts of other things that can go wrong. As I get rounder and feel things wriggle a little, its getting easier to imagine that things might turn out well. And just like last time, I am hopelessly in love x
In less than a week it will be exactly a year since our tiny little boy was born, and we came home without him. The weather is turning now, just like it was when we lost him, and I can’t believe a whole year has passed.