Yesterday was one of those days that gets euphemistically described as 'interesting'. Suffice to say that I encountered both the very worst and the very best of the medical profession as a lack of information from the former carefully picked out my weakest and most vulnerable point and harnessed all of my inner paranoia to run ragged with my carefully maintained sense of calm until the latter came along with sense, information and solace.
The rational and intelligent part of my brain knows that all is well with both me and the little bear and we have nothing to fear. The irrational subconscious that lurks deep inside and speaks in the dark hours of the night is still working on restoring the happy equilibrium.
In all this maelstrom of emotion and general ranting I have been comfort knitting, with what must be one of my favourite yarns of all time:
Rooster Almerino DK - the colour is called Gooseberry; and as babies are traditionally found under such bushes, it seemed only appropriate to be turning it into a little something for the wee bear.
I know it looks rather extraordinary at the moment, and its growth spurt yesterday did nothing to change that, but it is the start of Judy's Grandmother's Baby Sweater from Greetings from Knit Cafe. The bit I'm currently knitting is the main body which is knit from side to side, and then sleeves are picked up and knit down, and with some magical form of origami it all turns into a baby jacket.
Mostly I love the texture:
The garter stitch is nice and squishy but the honeycomb is softer and squishier and, by trapping the air in little pockets, it should keep the baby toasty warm against the autumn breezes.
I'm loving knitting it, and it's the perfect colour, and the very thing to chase the clouds away and go back to enjoying getting ready for this new little person.