We just returned from a fun, but exhausting, little trip. A trip to visit family living in London, which includes our two year-old niece. We don’t see her often, but what struck me was how much I love her. It just amazed me how much you can love a child that isn’t your own. She is 10 months older than Alana, so its fun to see what’s, um, coming up. And also get some clues as to what toys and activities our girl will be drawn to, we get to try everything out. Alana spent most of the time in their house sitting at the little toddler table and chairs, straining to reach for the markers. And so our table and chairs arrives tomorrow.
Another fun thing about our trip was the chance to go shopping and plan some new projects. Although I knit less these days, I still buy yarn but am pretty good at buying for particular projects and then actually making the thing soon after. Thanks to Ray Stitch and Loop my girl will soon be getting some mustard cord dungarees, and a Caribou cardigan. Its amazing too how quickly you can browse, decide and buy in a craft shop with a toddler in tow. Five minutes in each shop, and it was done.
I got back to some happy mail, some shiny new blended fibre from HilltopCloud. At the start of the month I signed up for the Tour de Fleece, got incredibly excited about it, and then as always, gave up after a couple of days. This time I’m blaming my tools – my fibre stash isn’t very big and each thing I tried spinning was a bit rubbish. Then I managed to spin some beautiful Hedgehog Fibres merino and made maybe the worst skein of yarn ever. All a bit demoralising. So I treated myself to something new, and this time it’s lovely. I’m going to spin for a true 3-ply, to keep a nice depth to all the different fibres and colours.
Soon I want to write here about parenting. Every day I find myself keeping quiet about my parenting views in some situation or another. What we do works for us and we seem to be raising a fairly happy child, but I keep quiet I think because of some deep-down embarrassment or fear that I’ll be told that I’m doing it wrong. Or maybe, because I don’t want other people to think I disapprove of their very-different methods. Which is ridiculous really, we all do the best we can.