I spent all day waiting for the gray skies to clear so that I could get some pictures showing my sewing progress, to no avail.  And making one of the kids stand outside in the rain, in summer clothes, with the temperatures just a shade above freezing, sort of screamed child abuse.  So, no sewing to share today.

Honestly, I’ve been putting in more then my hour a day, and not accomplishing nearly what I had hoped.  My sewing machine and I are having what I’m coming to regard as irreconcilable differences.  I try so hard to love it no matter how it behaves, but why does it have to be so difficult?!?  sigh.

I don’t want to talk about it.

Let’s move on to some knitting love, shall we?

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When I was pregnant with Màiri Rose I knitted her a garter-yoke, lacy cardigan.  She was born in the winter time, and I regarded it as fairly useless, as we were living in an extremely cold house at the time and it didn’t provide a ton of warmth, but did add more bulk and layers.

Ah, but then spring came, and suddenly it was perfect.  Just right for a bit of extra warmth over a cotton sleeper or for a little something for over a sundress in the late afternoon.  She wore it all the time.  I just knew that she needed something similar for this year too.

Pattern: Baby Mine by Stephanie Pearl-McPhee

Yarn: Treliske Organic Merino in Rich Dark Brown

It’s too big.  I’m not really sure why I think my children are mutant giants.  Actually, I seem to grow out of that as they get older.  I do just fine 99% of the time with the other kids now.  It’s just the baby-toddler set.  Probably because my babies do get big ridiculously fast.  Iain was my smallest baby at birth (7 lbs. 14 oz.) and by 6 weeks, he was 13.5 lbs and if anything he seemed to grow faster for the remainder of that first year.  All the rest have been bigger at every point through infancy.  Sizing up has become so ingrained in me that I take it to an extreme.

She was having a serious sort of day when I took these pictures (actually, she’s intently watching her brothers building a bridge to cross the creek, a fascinating process, to be sure).

The headband was something I just decided to whip up, using one of Steve’s dress shirts, that had gone through the wash with an orange crayon and did not come out the better for it (a fact that he didn’t discover until he arrived at work, one of the perils of dressing before the sun is up).

I don’t know, it may be a little too Ally Sheedy post ‘Breakfast Club’ make over….