I *love* knitting for babies. My middle brother is going to have his first baby soon - well, of course, my sweet sister-in-law is - and I have finally started knitting baby things for them. I'm trying not to get carried away. I thought a nice little short sleeved Puerperium in neutral mustard yellow would be nice and modern and plain, bright but easy to wear, and most importantly NOT only appealing to my insane jaunty-rainbowish tastes.
That was all very well, until I found... The Buttons.
I was innocently looking at buttons on a stall in Wirksworth market place, when some little resin honey bees caught my eye. I pulled out my knitting, and compared the colour, and... I stood and debated for a while with myself (and hubby, and the stall keeper). Too quirky? Too ME? Oh, what the heck, it would look gorgeous, and if they don't like it then they're TOO tasteful by far. Hmph.
So Paul and Maarja, sorry. Baby is now the (embarrassed?) owner of this. Which is now my favourite *ever* baby knit. I'd keep it if Talia was not now too round about the middle to wear it more than once.
(Oh yeah, reading. This week I have read the entire Anne of Green Gables series. Another Star Wars Fate of the Jedi book. And The 1001 Arabian Nights. Somehow I am also finding time to eat, put laundry through, and walk the grumps out of my recovering-from-colds children.)