I've been busy.
Baby has learned how to throw full on temper tantrums. Is this a natural growth phase for 14 month olds? Seems likely. Anyhoo, she's calculated exactly how hysterical she needs to get in order to 'activate' Mum, and consequently will cry herself into a frenzy or coughing fit so that I leap to her aid. Not suffering for smarts, this kid. She's got it figured out. As soon as I pick her up, instant mood fix. I think I might blame it on the ginger hair - and would be more frustrated about it, except I have a sniggling suspicion that this energy, when channelled, could run the world. I can't wait to see.
Knitting like a fiend, except I always give things away spontaneously and in fits of extravagence and forget to photo them first, so there is little evidence of the efforts... save these...
woolly socks...
and button leg warmers...
and button leg warmers...both of which I kept for myself.
I used to only keep the rubbish projects that didn't turn out, but have realised lately that this is silly. What's the point of knowing how to knit if you don't reap the benefits? Baby also has a new hat and new socks, but no photos of those, as ever.
In other news, partner is away in Wales for the weekend - leaving just the girlz to have a rowdy girlz time - lots of green vegetables for dinner, and some nice period dramas on the telly, methinks! Ah, livin it up.
Today I got home from Bustling About to find a letter. A real letter. Sitting with the post. For me. From a dear old friend, who's decided to 'catch up with old friends' There is just something magical about holding the weight of a good long letter in your had - rubbing your finger over the stamps on the front. Thinking of where it's been, and what a journey it's had. So I sat right down - in one of those moments of serendipity (baby asleep, groceries away, research ignorable) and in a little pool of sunlight, I wrote a letter back. On old brown wrapping paper, and reused an envelope. So there, technoworld. (And thusly, by blogging about it, have equalized my energies.)
Oh well, at least my toes are warm. Vegetarian dinner, period costumes, here we come!
