I bought a book of baby knits, and fell in love with this blanket, so I bought the yarn to make it, thinking that knitting up a stack of blocks would keep me busy while I recuperated, and lounged around.
And it did.
So here it is.
I already texted a picture of it to expectant daughter, so I guess it's ok to blog about it.
I am SO bad at keeping gifts secret. Notorious in fact.
I had a baby surprise jacket in progress when I started the blanket but I put it aside.
I'm so patient, ya know.
When the blanket was done, I said NO WAY, you are not starting another thing, until you finish that sweater.
I boss myself around quite often.
I told my daughter if she didn't want so many knitted baby items, she should never have told me so soon. I still have all summer to knit.
At the studio:
L is quite happy, because her "cat house extraordinaire" is a big hit in the house.
So much so, that she is about to change the letters on it, since Next and Nuff have never been near it.
Sydney found it to be almost heaven, next to the open window ("yay it's spring"), while Miss Puss stomped off disgusted, because she always wants the spot that Syd has.
(see her leaving)
L and I fired up the Toika, to weave off the natural warp that is on it.
This is going to be a totally random/spontaneous spring rug. Four feet by however long it turns out.
I was not much in the mood, you know, the headache thing.
You know, my OLD self.
We may be getting older.
We may have a couple of extra pounds.
But we still freaking rock.