There is something unbelievably wonderful about making a garment for someone you are responsible for bringing into the world. I know it’s going to sound awfully soft – but I’ve spent the past 2 weeks with HUGE wool, on HUGE needles, knitting frenetically as the weather has gotten colder, to make a coat to keep my baby warm. It’s finally finished, it’s freezing (for Australian anyway), and as we went for a walk in the park this morning I did feel like a good Mum.
Zara had her second week on her new day at creche yesterday. It went splendidly, and she seems to be settling back into it again – Phew! I had a good day, getting lots of little jobs done, and managed to fit in a few hours painting in the afternoon. I think I may actually have finished a painting in one session (unheard of) working ‘wet in wet’ in oils. It looked good yesterday afternoon, but I havn’t gone out to the shed yet today to see if it looks as good today.
After creche and school pickup, we made some tiny cakes to celebrate. And an the height of childish delight, we made them garish colours, and decorated them with nonpareils.
Truly hideous and almost gone…… It wasn’t me – well maybe just one or two…