Ages and ages ago I started knitting a pair of socks. It took me over a year, but I finished them right before Christmas as my present to myself.
I used the Blackrose pattern on Knitty.com, and after I finished them I realized that I had done my yarn overs incorrectly, so they didn’t create the open lace effect that they are supposed to have. I guess that’s one of the pitfalls of being completely self-taught, but I know better now. The socks are still really pretty, and I’m happy to have them.
My toddler helped me take the pictures.
My husband and I rented a house at the beginning of February, and the disruption of moving plus being pregnant has really thrown me off. On top of expecting a new baby in the next 2-5 weeks (OMG YAY!), I also decided to start potty training my toddler, because one can never have too much going on at once. Okay, so it was getting pretty hard for me to wash diapers every other day, my toddler was starting to fight me more and more with diaper changes, so I decided to put her in Big Girl underwear, and clean up the accidents as they happen (hardwood floors make it easy). We’ve been happier (albeit messier) in the week since I did that.
The nice thing is that I now have my own crafting room, and once I have energy again I’ll be back to sewing all sorts of fun things (I’m already planning to make another corset). For now, I’ve been working with yarn, and between making diaper covers for my new baby, I’m also knitting a pair of socks for my daughter.
I still have a few projects that haven’t been showcased yet, so I’ll try to get posts up about those before too long passes. My toddler has decided that our camera is the best thing ever, so I have to be careful of her grabby hands every time I pull it out.
I decided at the last minute that I wanted to make a new dress for my daughter for Christmas, and managed to put this together despite being sick at the time — I always make the weirdest mistakes in sewing whenever I have a cold. She’s absolutely darling wearing it, and I can’t help but call her “princess.”
It took me awhile, but here’s my hand painted bra, all finished and photographed.
I’ve been getting back into working with yarn, and it’s been an absolute pleasure! I had forgotten how much fun it is.
My purse was getting old, so I decided to crochet a new bag and use up all of my scrap cotton yarn in the process. The result is very colorful, and very unique (especially my fuzzy orange yarn that I used for trim).
I used an old tie to make the strap, and put a zipper in the top to keep it closed. These days I use the bag to carry everything from car keys to baby mittens — it never hurts to be prepared!
I also made this coin purse to match.
Today I found myself crying over how beautiful the relationship between babies and fathers can be. I will always be grateful to have a wonderful husband who is an attentive father to both of his children, born and unborn.
My husband’s relationship with our daughter began while she was still in the womb — I remember waking up one night to discover him gently pushing against my stomach, then waiting for the baby to bump back, the two of them playing this game while I was dead asleep. When I made that final push during labor, it was his arms that caught her, and his voice that declared, “It’s a girl!” She had a struggle with breathing during those first moments, so when they rushed her off to the NICU, my husband went with her. Consequently, he was the first person she saw when she opened her eyes.
Now, when our daughter wakes up in the morning, the first thing she wants is to be held by daddy. One of her favorite games is to hold onto daddy’s finger and walk around the house with him. And of course, there’s nothing anywhere near as fun as being spun around and tossed into the air by daddy. I am proud to say that our daughter is a ‘daddy’s girl’.
With our new baby, my husband and I share moments of quietly sitting together and feeling the baby kick and squirm. When the time comes for this baby to make its entrance into the world, my husband’s arms will once again catch it.
Neither my husband nor I want him to be a second mother to our children — that’s my job! We want him to be a Father, strong and protective, and someone worthy of admiration and emulation. His relationship with our children is very different than mine, but it is still just as beautiful, and just as important. The wonderment at being blessed enough to witness such a relationship is enough to make me cry.
I forgot to write a post about this project back in August when I completed it.
I had dubbed this blouse my “wishful thinking” project; I wanted another baby, lots of people I know were/are having babies, and it was driving me crazy! So, I designed this maternity blouse with plans to wear it even if I wasn’t Expecting. Something in the Universe smiled down at me, however, and a couple weeks later I found out that I was pregnant!
All of these photos were taken back in August. The shirt is much cuter on me now that I have the round tummy to fill it out.