surprise

A package arrived in the post the other day. I was curious, we hardly ever get mail that isn't in the form of either bills or junk mail. Actually it arrived on our wedding anniversary, so at first I thought it might be for that.

Turns out I was wrong.

I opened the parcel and it was this:



A fabulous curlypops bib for little-miss-e.

And this was the card:



I have absolutely no idea who it is from, and you know what, I find that kinda lovely. So I just wanted to say thankyou - whoever you are...

a question...

I was asked this question the other day, and I've been pondering my answer ever since:

"why do you crochet your friend's bubs stuff?"

It came after spending time with my lovely sister (the very talented Sayraphim), and showing her my current baby blanket project:

Here it is, nearly finished - photo credit to Sayraphim

The answer I've decided on is simply that I do it out of love. I make stuff for my friend's bubs because I love my friends. And I want to show that love in the form of some cleverly tangled wool. I want to demonstrate love to this new little one who has come into the world. I love to give welcome gifts to these little bubs and I love that those gifts can be made by my hands. I love to crochet (and to be honest, there is also a little bit of me that loves to be able to give away the stuff I make so I don't just end up with piles of crocheted things strewn around the house!)

How about you -

why do you make stuff that you give away?

my week...

So I've had a bit of a week.

Thursday morning found me feeling a little bit squiffy. Thursday afternoon, quite unwell. Friday morning resulted in a trip to Emergency and by Friday afternoon I was in surgery for (and I quote) "a nasty appendix." Saturday found me back at home, but unable to lift, carry or hold 10 month old little-miss-e.

Whew... So since Thursday my lovely husband has been working hard, looking after me, looking after little-miss-e and trying to stay on top of food/cleaning/washing/dishes etc. I've been working hard at resting, recovering and doing nothing. (And that is strangely hard work too).

And making lists in my head of things I want to sew/crochet/cook/bake and create when I get better...

Things like this backpack, for little-miss-e as she heads to childcare soon:

from here (with a tutorial)