Yesterday I gave Emma the knitwear I have made for her bub-to-be. She’s not due until May, so I imagine I won’t be able to help myself but knit some more bits and pieces before then. So maybe this is the ‘what I’ve knitted so far’ gift.
She opened the little parcel sometime after I left, and thankfully took a photo – because I forgot to! She posted it on facebook this arvo, so now I’m posting it here:
I partly regret giving the blue and white hat… She’s already getting ‘are you having a boy?’ comments. And well, I just like blue. I’m not a huge fan of the blue-for-boys, pink-for-girls thing. But not knowing how traditional (or not) her family is, I perhaps should have stuck to white… Ah well, I like the hat. And I’m sure she can mix and match 😉
Yesterday I had a day off work, and as part of this a successful trip finding buttons for two of the baby garments I’ve recently knitted.
I’ve been looking around for a blocking kit: big jigsaw fitted blocking pieces with pins and wire. But I’m thinking I’ll have to buy them online. Even in a big city like Melbourne noone seems to have them.
So I’ve made do with my ironing board, an old towel and a big sheet of corrugated cardboard.
Just to sew the buttons on now!
But most nights (and all weekend) this is how I currently look:
I really have to get this damn cross stitch finished, or I’ll never get onto any of the big ideas I’m desperate to start. Must. Finish. Current. Project. Hnnngh.
Imagine all of the people you brush against during your day, all of the hundreds, maybe thousands. You speak with a handful of them. Maybe when you order a coffee, perhaps when you pick up your mail, or even just when buying a carton of milk. It’s probably just a ‘hello’ and a ‘thank you’ sandwiching the business deal, and you walk on. You may even give your name to your order, but it’s not personal, it’s business.
When the interaction is daily, the punctuation can evolve into a sentence: “How are you today?” may over the weeks morph into “How was your barbecue on Saturday?” A small set of in-jokes might emerge, or a shared story.
Now a leap. One of those stories gives you a deeper insight. Directions to a journal, a daily public recording of one person’s creative thoughts, inspirations and musings. Suddenly, you see the inner workings of the external face. A simple cup of coffee and a hello, but also the creativity and thinkingness behind the daily routine.
A beautiful, burning, vital soul exposed through writing and art, but totally veiled in face-to-face reality. She would like that I think: the social construction of her own reality.
I think I need to create something that describes this better. An embroidery maybe?