It was Hugo's Birthday recently, and I have this image in my head of Millie, my Niece, pen held tightly in her little hand, all the experience and learning of her six-and-a-half years, (I know how important those halves, quarters, and three quarters are at that age), being put to good use as she hunches over the card, concentrating on not making a mistake.
I have to say, as her auntie, it's very difficult not to be impressed by the neatness of her writing. Is it neat writing for a six-and-a-half year old?
George, who is two-and-a-half years old, chose the card, I understand from my sister. It makes sense that he should choose a card with vans on it, because he is utterly and totally obsessed with machinery of any kind.
When I last stayed with my sister, I read a bedtime story to George, and it was very hard not to laugh. The book had no narrative, it's content was pictures of aeroplanes, cars, trucks and lots of other things that go vroom-vroom, with their names underneath. I tried to put as much expression into reading each name as I could.
The thing about this birthday card that touches my heart is that my Niece and Nephew like Hugo enough to send him a card (I imagine there was some prompting from my sister, but still, isn't it adorable?).
Talking about adorable things, look at this little girl:
Cuckoo, from blog the cuckoo is a pretty bird gave me this ADORABLE Dachshund she bought at Fanny Adams Vintage. She's supposed to be called Fanny, but like with any newly acquired pet, I fancy giving her a name of my choosing and calling her Clementine.
It must have been quite hard for cuckoo to part with Clementine/Fanny, don't you think? She's such a sweetie, with her pompom nose, and little bow perched on the end of her tail. Her expression is a mixture of cheeky and naughty, and like most Dachshunds, she's got tons of personality. And as for the fabric she's made of, isn't it lovely?
Clementine/Fanny was a gift out of the blue, very generous don't you think? I understand she's meant to hang from a doorknob, but I want to be able to see her properly and at all times, so she's in my studio, hanging on the wall where a picture used to be, near my desk.
Now for a bit of the latest on my fair isle knitted dress. Last seen at this stage:
But in the meantime, I've started on the first sleeve.
This is the top part of the sleeve! Totally different from the pattern's sleeve specifications, and I haven't a clue yet whether it will work, until I fit it into the dress. A mix of feelings here, excitement, and dread that it looks awful and I have to start again.
The red yarn at the bottom is a crocheted provisional cast on, which, when unravelled, will expose live stitches, and then I'll just continue knitting the sleeve downwards till I get to the right length, with a bit of shaping along the way.
I'm going to knit a fair isle pattern below the cabling, as I've done with the main body of the dress. It won't be the exact same pattern as in the dress, but I'll use the same colour combinations.
So there you go! The plan for my sleeves revealed! Wouldn't it be GREAT if it worked!
I've got to go now, I'm off to my usual Wednesday night knitting group, to do some more work on the sleeve, drink tea and eat my chosen biscuit. Lovely. I'll see you Friday then dear readers. Cheerio! Love Vanessa xxx
P.S. We just skyped my sister, and Millie and George were there. I remarked to Millie that it must have required lots of concentration to write that message in the card, and her reaction was a vigorous shaking of the head, and a resolute "no". My romantic auntie imaginings were dispersed immediately, and I've found myself looking at the card again, and thinking "gosh, did Millie do that in a bit of a hurry?" Still, she's trying to do joined-up writing, and I always think, it's the thought that counts. A very sweet thought.