Moving house, again, has robbed me of knitting time. And blogging about the move, has taken all my blog time. But how could I resist these colours!?
The tiny top and crown were made for baby N, but the same yarns + the hot pink are also used in garments for her brother and cousins. Cute as candy for the girls, Pocoyo fun for the boys.
We just moved to a new 3-room appartment, and made a very bold decision: We have no living room. We have a quite large kid's room, an even larger guy's room half filled with computer stuff and playthings, and [ta-ta-tara!] mum's very own little room for knitting, sewing and chatting.
It has been ten years or so since I last had a room of my own, and I really enjoy the closed door sometimes. But even more, I love to bring my family into the tiny space with three cups of tea, two magazines and a box of Polly-dolls. Yesterday, the blonde Polly took her man shopping in Knitty, carefully tiptoeing over my laptop keyboard, before they had lunch on daddy's knee.
Today, I am carefully sorting my yarn into piles on the sofa. Planning where and how to store the different yarns, and what to knit this summer and fall. Taking my time to touch and smell the delicate fibres, combining different colours, and knitting swatches as I go. Knowing that if I can't finnish today, I can leave everything out, close the door and continue tomorrow.
My brother forgot his sweather with me. Last spring. How long must I wait before I can call it mine without actually stealing it? Will it be theft to borrow it occasionally? How often, and how many times, can I borrow it? May I bring it out of town? Leave it at the cabin?
Or should I simply bring it next time I visit him?
Not to forget: Just how cruel would it be to hide it whenever he comes over to my place?
The maple tree outside my bedroom window has a new look this week. The red heart in its midst is no longer bright, it is spotted with deep browns and the colour is dissolving among the shades of orange that is rapidly replacing the vibrant greens and yellows.
Perhaps this is the reason why I started knitting yellow and green mittens last week, while Siri chose red and orange for her pair this weekend?
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