i finally have one small finished object to show, and that is the cardigan for connor:
i dont really know why i felt the need to make a baby cardigan in the middle of all my other stuff, except for a sense that he was growing very quickly and winter was fading and if i didnt make something now then it would be next year before he could wear anything again. so i started this pattern, katie bells cardigan, on july 24, and finished adding the (very-special-bought-in-newtown) buttons on august 12.
i was worried it wouldnt fit, and i was right to worry. i checked with mamma the night before i was intending to gift it, and was dismayed to hear that bubba was measuring 20 inches around the body. the pattern for size 3-6 months had finished measurements of only 17 and 3/4 inches around! i stretched it while blocking, and it does fit, but only just. he will be lucky to get a couple of weeks out of it now, which is a bit of a shame, but it was fun to make. the heirloom bliss is really lovely, but i would also go up a needle size (to 4mm) next time.
i have also finished the first sleeve on the summer solstice cardigan.
everything is going according to plan here, and i carefully measured the sleeve as i went to make sure it fits my arm, not the imagined person in the pattern’s arm. i really want to get this finished now so i can start wearing it, its a perfect weight and warmth for spring, and i am concious of how fast this year is flying past.
on that note, i was having a conversation with Someone last night, and i complained that i would just like time, or life, to run a little bit slower, a little smoother for a while. i was informed that life is change, and the analogy of life being like a river full of rocks was used, and i said that i would just like my river to have some gentle curves and only a few rocks in it thanks, just for a little while. im kind of sick of always having to make allowances for things happening, for this constant change, of life rushing past and always having to adapt. i said in my last post that i had hit a spot of contentment and today i feel like it was a bit of fools gold, a shiny spot meant to lull me into a false sense of security. i know that life is full of joy too (and i have a great life compared to many), and that the turns in the river sometimes lead to good things, but i also think william goldman was telling the truth when he wrote “life is pain highness. anyone who tells you differently is selling something”.
i guess life turned out ok for buttercup in the end (and she didnt have knitting either). but is it wrong to wish that life was like a fairytale, just for a little while?!