I've had a moment of crisis, where I've started the sleeves twice over, each time deciding that they're too tight to possibly fit my 15-month old, and even now on the 3rd go, they're still too tight. I think the instructions in the book for an adult jumper don't translate exactly to baby proportions. Oh well. I'm sure there'll be someone with a 3-month old I can gift this to, and start a bit wiser next time. It's still exciting to knit without a pattern, I'm enjoying the spontanaeity and freedom of it.
It's glorious, sparkly, sunny here. Mothering Sunday weekend. I got a big bouquet of flowers and some chocolates and a lovely lazy Saturday at home with my partner, which was just what I would have asked for... now I'm going to try to convince said party that we should go shopping for the bookshelf we desperately need to hold all his kayaking binders and my PhD papers. Recycling centre, here we come! I love buying furniture second hand - touching worn wood from well-built pieces is such a great joy, and knowing that you're giving something a second life feels so much more right. (I swear this isn't the same woman who was on the Ikea website this morning, contemplating flat pack. Back to my old sane self, begone lazy thoughts!)
The photos are from coffeecake I baked last week - from my old 'Joy of Cooking' cookbook which is filled with notes in the margins. Everytime I cook something from it, I write the date, the location and what I'm doing that day. Little snippets of life. Then, when I go back to bake something again, I can check in with myself. It's quite worn now, and some of the notes have smudged or faded or had to scrawl onto the next page. But one of the things I love is how I've started making different things over the years. (And certain things: chocolate chip cookies, plain white bread, beer and cheese bread, tortilla soup - over and over and over. Old friends.) But now my cookbook has little notes by Yorkshire Puddings and Beef Stew and carrot fritters. All part of how life changes you and versa vice. Progress, or so it feels.
Anyway, the coffeecake was made in two variations: blueberry with streusal topping and cinnamon/sugar/almond. Both tasty. Both long gone now. Lovely spongy texture. Not too sweet.
Kinda like today. Just right.
