The wee girl - if you missed my post this morning - has finally got the hang of knitting without (much) help.She's obsessed with it.... (no idea where she gets it from).
After a trip to the dentist last week, we dropped into Morris and Sons (and spent twice as much as the dental bill). OH. MY. GOODNESS. Yarn Heaven....
The wee girl picked out this yarn - aptly called "Fuel". It really sparked her drive to get to grips with the sticks. The instant-gratification of 20-ply on size 8 bamboo needles kept her interest firing on all eight cylinders.
By the time she went to bed tonight (well after this photo was taken), she'd finished 12 rows of stockingette stitch on top of this lot. Meanwhile, I was at the machine, practising short-rows and knitting my way through lovely tencel yarn. Very satisfying, to make a scarf in an afternoon... even nicer with a Spring breeze. The man of the house was pottering about the garden. Things are sprouting up and home-grown vegetables are on the way. There was much pondering of blossoms, and the promise of warm days ahead. I kept thinking of the bike path to work (and that daylight savings time can't come soon enough). I have many things to be grateful for. My family and the ability to enjoy a simple day with them is something that I will never take for granted.
...And the knitting kid is the icing on the cake, this weekend.