Do you remember the knitted jacket I made recently which had the huge sailor collar or perhaps you shuddered and wiped it from your memory. Here it is again for your delight.
It hasn’t moved off the mannequin since and not only because it is summer in the south of France and therefore too hot for a knitted garment of any sort even though this summer has not been up to much. I knew, as soon as I sewed that collar on, I would never wear it. Not even in the house which is where most of the things I knit get worn. So, I needed my mannequin back and, even though that damn collar took me ages to knit in it’s blasted seed stitch or whatever it was, I decided if it were to get any wear at all, it’d have to come off. So it did. Then I just picked up the stitches and knit a band to match the cuffs and waistband.
Better? I think so. I might even wear it up the hill to walk the dogs when the mornings get a bit nippier.
As I mentioned before, I do love knitting but rarely wear anything I knit so perhaps I should stick to miniature things in the form of baby clothes. Not necessarily easier but certainly quicker and cuter.
Here it is on my creepy baby mannequin – although I have spared you and removed the head and replaced it with a finial from my slightly less creepy toddler mannequin.
My eldest turned 21 last week. I am certainly old enough to have a 21 year old but it still came as a bit of a shock that so many years can go by so quickly and a tiny baby can become a full grown woman in the time it seems to have taken me to learn how to conjugate a few French verbs, put an invisible zip in and finish reading The Lord of the Rings. So it was inevitable that I would trot out those same old lines that everybody does
‘where did the time go?’
‘I remember your first pair of shoes’
‘you were such a good baby’
‘why don’t you call home more often’
Anyway, the fact remains that Mlle. Tialys the Elder is now 21 and has the key of the door and everything else that she probably got when she turned 18 but, no matter. So, for the obligatory baby photo, here is one where she looks so happy I could cry.
As you can see, I was no slave to dressing only boys in blue which, considering she didn’t have much hair until she was around two years old, might have led to some confusion. Her hilarity was because, or in spite of the fact, that our big german shepherd cross used to barge through the doorway as if there was not a baby hanging there in a bouncer, which would set off a new bout of bobbing up and down and swinging about.
Aaaaah, where did that time go?