What a difference a week makes

Slightly bigger daughter:


Slightly bigger sock:


With baby for scale.
In fairness madam la princess has grown quite a lot more than the sock and now tops the scale at a blooming 11lb whilst endeavouring to outgrow her 0-3 month babygros at the speed of light but this should not be a shock given that it directly correlates to the amount of time feeding vs knitting.

That there has been any knitting at all is a plus in my book - little lass has recently decided that a nice way to finish the post feed burping process is to snooze on Mummy's shoulder leaving my hands free to wield the DPNs.  The slight motion of my hands rocks her gently and we both think it's great although I almost had a rethink after a delicate burp was swiftly followed by a neat posset straight down my cleavage, avoiding both of our clothes until the regurgitated milk collected warmly in my bra. 'Coals to Newcastle' is I think the phrase that came to mind!


But the truth is that she is a treasure, with a smile to melt the stoniest heart and for all the projectile emissions that this little girl has mastered, I adore being her Mum.

In the last 4 weeks

I have:

- Watched my daughter visibly grow out of her newborn clothes.

- Gone on our first visit to the park.

- Lost track of time gazing at her cute little face and listening to her tiny snores.



- Accepted her role as her imperial highness, ruler of Daddy and the rest of the free world.


- Changed more nappies and sets of clothes as a result of mis-timed nappy changes than you would ever have thought possible.
- Developed a keen sense of the importance of bunny feet for little girls.


- Watched my precious girl smile for the first time.

- Made it to quilt class, and even managed a tiny bit of quilting.

- Knit six rounds on this sock:


(STR mediumweight in Fire on the Mountain)

- Never been happier



and as madam has just made an omnibus and fragrant noise I'm off to an appointment with the changing table!

Debut

Well I didn't mean to leave you all hanging for quite so long but it turns out that blogging pales in comparison to (a) gazing adoringly at my daughter and (b) sleeping.  There has been a lot of the former but not so much of the latter!

So let me tell you all about our little girl.  Well you already know she took her time in making an appearance. I finally went into labour on Sunday night and I'll never know whether it was the glass of prosecco or scrubbing the kitchen floor that did the trick (for future reference I'm claiming the prosecco).  We were due at the hospital on Monday morning anyway to be induced and as I wasn't quite far enough along when we turned up they added the induction on top.  It turns out she must have been really comfy because it wasn't until Tuesday evening that this little gorgeous girl finally made her entrance.  I'm told that that's about average for an induction but when you're sat there with a tiny minutes-old baby gazing up at you, you really don't care.

What I do know is that my team of midwives were superb and I cannot thank them or praise them highly enough.

But enough of her arrival, what about the little girl herself. Well first of all she does have a name; it was ready and waiting for her and seems to suit as much of her personality as she has made known at 1 week old.  I haven't decided on her level of blog anonymity just yet so for now I'm taking a leaf out of Daphne du Maurier and simply promising that she has a beautiful and unusual name.

She was born with a shock of dark brown hair and these beautiful big dark eyes which gazed up at me with a fairly puzzled expression as if to say 'this, this is what you brought me out for?'

Her hands are tiny and delicate with strikingly long fingers, rivalled only by her lanky long legs - truly my daughter.

For the most part I think she looks like her Daddy although the grandparents, prompted into reminiscing all of our baby photos claim a look of me and a look of H's sister (who looks very like H ). Mostly she is her own sweet self; she has Daddy wrapped around her little finger and I am of course her adoring slave.




She is truly the best thing we ever made

Just in case

Well you never know how much truth there is in the rumour that babies wait for their knitting to be finished.  Even knitting that isn't for them to wear and has only a vague connection to their arrival.

So for my own peace of mind ...


I finished my team Girl socks.  They are now tucked into my hospital bag next to H's socks and the little pink cardie and hat ready for a little girl bear.

The yarn is Lorna's Laces in Tickled Pink, a present from my sister from a while ago when she decided (following I believe an intensive blog review) that I clearly didn't have enough pink socks.  She's quite right, I don't and these are gorgeous.

I wanted a pattern that wouldn't be overshadowed by the yarn variegation which runs all the way from palest whisper of pink to deep purply magenta, and although I eyed up (and Rav queued) lots of really sweet girly pink sock patterns, in the end I went back to a pattern that I've made before, Cookie A's Kai-Mei socks from Sock Innovation.  I think it was the butterflies that caught me; my baby shower had a butterfly theme so it seems somewhat fitting.


Kai-Mei socks (or in this case, Carie-Mei) are shown to their best advantage on actual human feet because then you can see the lines of flutter-byes dancing across the toes, but my feet and ankles are currently gargantuan little poofy sausages, with those mini Christmas sized chipolatas on the ends for toes, so they're staying well clear of the blog for the moment.


















Trust me when I say that they're pretty socks.

As H's aunt sent us the cutest little knitted bear in the post this morning, wearing a little jumper with the initials of Baby Our last name and I can't think of anyone else who could possibly be knitting me into a lengthy pregnancy, I think it's time for this little one to make an appearance, if for no other reason that I now have to choose either to cast on something new, which I'm itching to do but I want to knit a jumper and I have no idea what size I am, or I have to finish one of the three remaining projects on the needles, namely a shawl edging, the socks from my Cookie A Knit Nation class, or the socks from the Tsock Club that I started about two years ago - any suggestions?

For a Daddy

In the unlikely event that you are married to me and reading this blog before the arrival of our little bear, move along sweetie, nothing for you to see here.

In the slightly more likely event that you know my husband - shh! don't tell.

I've been secretly knitting by proxy.  Admittedly when the person you're trying to keep a secret from goes out to work all day, and you stay home and pretend to have been sleeping, the deception is not so very difficult.  And whilst I could have been using this lovely extra time to turn our house into 'show home 2010', we all know that isn't going to happen any time soon.  My version of nesting involves making a nest out of the duvet and all the pillows I can find, propping the belly up on half of them and me on the rest, and working my way through the Poirot box set.  Incidentally I'm getting quite good at spotting the important clues; maybe I should try to claim CPD points (a work requirement) for it?

Today I picked up the importance of stockings in the ABC Murders and remembered the villain of Death in the Clouds, and at the same time I finished a pair of socks:

The pattern is Francie from Bowerbird Knits, available as a Ravelry download.  It's a really well written pattern and great fun to knit because each section has flow and rhythm, and an obvious conclusion so you don't have to consult the instructions every second stitch.  Because the pattern is essentially a rib, they're really nice and stretchy so although these are socks for H, I didn't increase the stitch count, although I did go up to a 2.5mm needle from a 2.25mm, just to be on the safe side.

They fit over my nice chunky late pregnancy ankles so with the little extra length I added I'm hoping for a good fit.
And the principal to my proxy...? Well although the little bear will of course be the most wonderful accomplished genius baby ever, he or she hasn't quite mastered knitting (yet), and I'd really rather he or she wasn't trying to learn with the materials currently available.  My hospital bag has a little blue wrapped parcel for if the bear is a boy, and a little pink bag for a girl.  What H doesn't know is that in each, as well as baby's new gender appropriate hat and jacket, is a little something for him; so his socks can declare our good news when the time comes, blue for a boy and red for a girl.

These are his girl socks:

Or if it's a boy, and I run out of time in the melee of life with a little person, I've just got a running jump on the Christmas knitting!
And as for the mother-to-be:

Well you didn't think I'd let them be themed without me did you?

[Note to baby: your mother has a lot of handknit socks. Several pairs of her socks are already in your hospital bag in case she gets cold feet. She will not be desperately unhappy if you choose to make a appearance before she has finished these socks.  Really, don't feel you have to wait. Please. Love Mummy]

Pink Lavender

Well I may have finished knitting for my baby (although I do like Mandy's idea of a knitted mobile ...), but I'm still happily knitting small things for some other forthcoming tiny people.  I've already got a little blue jacket on the gift shelf but as insider information suggests that at least one impending arrival is to be a little girl, and I just couldn't be bothered to think up a pattern to embroider daisies around the hem of the blue jacket, I thought a little pink was in order.

In the form of the Provence Baby Cardigan which I seem to have had favourited on Ravelry for ages and ages - high time I got around to making it.  It's a free Classic Elite pattern which was originally designed to be knit in bits and sewn together but I've made a few adjustments to get it as seamless as possible.

The first change was to knit the body all in one to the underarms; I simply cast on two fewer stitches than the back called for, and one less for each of the fronts and marked the three sections out with stitch markers.  When I got to the underarms I worked across a full row, casting off one fewer stitch than the pattern suggested for each of the four cast off sections (they run into each other so where the pattern says you cast off four stitches at the side of the front and at the side of the back, you end up casting off a total of 6 stitches - one fewer for each side).

But before we get to the underarms, I played around with the lace pattern to make the sides symmetrical, simply by starting the lace pattern on the right front at row 1 and the lace on the left front at row 4.

The rest of the body was as written, until the shoulders themselves which I joined with a three needle bind off - it's neater and there's no shoulder shaping in a baby cardie.

For the sleeves, I've done some reverse engineering.  They are designed to be knit from the cuff up but I picked up 50 stitches from the shoulder, and knit in the round working down for an inch before reversing the shaping from the original cuff with decreases instead of increases.  The final change I've made is to shorten the sleeves by an inch or so by eliminating the last set of decreases; the sleeves look about the right length to me, and for a 6-9 month size jacket I'd rather have sleeves too short than too long.

The picture above is from yesterday afternoon when it wasn't raining and I've since finished the knitting and the little cardie is having a gentle block on the conservatory sofa - all I need now is some buttons.

As it was actually sunny for a few minutes yesterday we even managed to take some bump pictures - sadly lacking during recent weeks as it's been unreservedly dreek around here.  You'd really never believe it was still August - I definitely didn't think I'd be wanting a jumper at this point:

And yes that does explain why I'm wandering around in an old pre-pregnancy jumper with the baby hanging out!


























39 weeks down, 1-3 ish weeks to go!

Off the needles

There's a little someone I'd like you meet:


Not the little bear obviously, who's still safely tucked away, but a friend who can't wait to meet him or her.

For the moment I think his name is Solomon, but the bear gets the ultimate say so, so I suspect he'll end up being called little grey elephant or something equally inspirational.

The pattern is another tried and tested baby favourite, Ysolda's Elijah, in Debbie Bliss Baby Cashmerino in colour 45 which I think might have been called Sea Foam.  

















For the moment Solomon is making fast friends with the other teddies and I can officially say that I have finished all the knitting that I'd planned for this little one.  I think that's called tempting fate, maybe I should cast on a pair of teeny tiny socks or something?

Ready, Steady, Go?

Let me take you on a journey, just a little one I promise.  Come in through the door, along the hall, up the stairs and turn to your left, and what do you see:


It very much appears that our spare room/junk room/additional wardrobe room may perhaps have magically turned into a sweet little nursery.  We have a chest of drawers full of ready washed little baby clothes (which was just about the cutest laundry load I've ever pegged out - the scratch mitts are smaller than my clothes pegs!), and other useful baby type things; and next to it, the chair of great wonder and awesome comfort (a very special treat from H's parents).

And next to it is a bag all packed, well almost all packed; packed with a little list of things to be thrown in at the last minute - I can't really not use my hairbrush or my toothbrush for the next however long it takes just so that I can say that I'm totally packed.

The changing mat stands ready and waiting on top of the cot,

and little horse and hedgehog are ready and waiting for someone to play with.
 
Although tiny wee zebra and tiny wee giraffe may be more to the scale of the future incumbent of this moses basket.

We have nappies and muslin squares and cotton wool and all sorts of things that smell essentially baby.  There's just one thing missing - a certain little person, whole whilst terribly wriggly as I sit writing, shows no signs of planning on making an imminent arrival (unlike the son of an antenatal class colleague who made his arrival at exactly 38 weeks on Saturday morning to the surprise of the rest of the class and no doubt his delighted parents).

Well little baby of mine, your nursery is all ready and waiting for you, your mother can collapse your buggy on two out of three attempts so we won't be completely housebound when your father is at work, and I've been practicing clipping your car seat and pram cot in and out of the chassis so we're looking good.  I know you're keen to meet your Daddy because I feel how you wriggle towards him whenever you hear his voice, and if it's the chicken and salami pasta sauce that I made for supper that you're so keen on, I promise to make it again.  All in all, we're ready to meet you any time you feel like it.

Oh, and I made you a blanket:


Just perfect for learning your ABCs when the time comes, and for snuggling up with Mummy or Daddy in the meantime.

Every time I finish one of these and pull it off the blocking wires I know exactly why I've now knitted four identical blankets.  It's kismet, a unity of Baby Cashmerino and a classic pattern.  It's possible that I could knit another of these for a niece or nephew someday, but I might choose something different, in which case, this is my last (and best) alphabet blanket.  It doesn't have the technical whiztrickery of an Alice Starmore blanket (which is awaiting the baby in a drawer, guarded by cedar block sentries), or the nubbly texture of a Cox's Orange Pippin blanket, but I'd like to think that it has a classic elegance, and whereas Point Reyes is specifically Baby Bear's, this is the blanket that I hope I get to wrap around all of my children.

I've got one little thing on the needles that is for the bear, but if it doesn't get finished, it isn't the end of the world, and the knitting for other people's babies and my quilting can always wait, but I'm not going to say that I've finished this baby's knitting just yet - I'd still like to have time to clean the bathroom.

C is for Cricket

It would be fair to say that the boy and I have taken a break from house tidying/organising/purging and have been in hibernation for the last few days.  The baby's room is very nearly finished being organised and it would only take a couple of hours to polish it off but I suspect that my subconscious doesn't really want to finish it just yet; if the baby's room is ready then I must be ready to have the little bear, and much as I'm longing to meet him or her (and be able to roll over in a manoeuvre that takes less than 10 minutes and doesn't involve the use of a crane), I'd like a few more days - well we are only on day 3 of the test match.

When H worked from home and I headed out the door each morning we'd spend our holiday weeks balancing his desire to go out on expeditions and my deep longing to shut the door, unplug the phone, and just enjoy our pretty little house.  I can remember enough of the wanting to hide away from the world, and my willingness to travel is directly proportional to the proposed destination's distance from Warwick Hospital that our 'cricket at home' holiday is turning out to be just perfect.

And Alistair Cooke just got a century. At long last.

This is not of course to say that we've been totally idle.  H has made a series of delicious sausage, bacon and egg butties at appropriate moments, and I've been knitting.  Way back when, in the first of what seems to have been a string of 'Year of the Baby Boom's I made three Debbie Bliss Alphabet Blankets, all in quick succession and when I finished the third one I promised myself that the next one I knit was staying right here.

I started after the Tour de Fleece and finished the centre alphabet blocks on Thursday morning at Knit and Natter leaving me with just the borders to go.

T is for Triangle

E is for Edging.

I had memories of this edging taking forever, but since I knit the last blanket I've learned how to knit backwards courtesy of the Lizard Ridge blanket which eliminates the need to turn each tiny triangle numerous times and has speeded the whole thing up no end.


















It just looks so pretty when it's finished! So as of the afternoon session on Day 3, with England a respectable 190-3, sorry, 194-3 (cheers KP), I have a top and bottom border - I just need to go and find my notes on what I changed on the side border.

The new work

Cartoon by Dave Walker. Find more cartoons you can freely re-use on your blog at We Blog Cartoons.

I've had this cartoon pinned up above my desk at work for several years. It is, I'm afraid to say, largely accurate apart from that my desk is bigger and encroached rather beautifully onto the neighbouring windowsill where I stored skim read/unread periodicals dating back from whenever I last moved desks (I think it was about April 08). 

My study/office/sewing room frequently adopts a similar style, and with the impending arrival of the little bear now a real fixture on the horizon it was time to do some sorting out; sorting out not just the contents of the study but also the three bookcases in the bear's room and two bookcases on the landing.

Lets just say then when I show you this:

You'll understand why I've not been able to get the computer! Actually, looking at that picture again my first thought was that it really doesn't look so bad, so I think it must have got considerably worse before it got better. 

H, possibly taking advantage of the nesting hormones, encouraged me in the biggest book purge I have ever done (NB the previous biggest book purge was when I took Ben Elton's Popcorn to a charity shop - I really didn't like that book); we sent a big box of trashy fiction to my parents for their church stall, and there's another big sack of books and odds and ends in the back of my car waiting to go to the British Heart Foundation.  I've eliminated duplicate copies of books and organised the remainder into categories (can you tell I was a librarian when I was 11?), and thanks to the wonders of Lakeland and their vacuum suction baggies I've got two duvets, 4 pillows and 4 cushions in the top of the wardrobe.  I have also assimilated the contents of the other bookcases with some cunning bookcase swapping and a big box of textbooks now straining the bottom of the wardrobe

And lo and behold and what seemed like an entire reel of bin bags later, it doesn't look too bad:




I can get to all of my yarn and fibre and crafty books and I may even have space to set up the sewing machine to finish off some quilt blocks if the bear would kindly stay on board for a little while longer (please, pretty please).

Of two things I am now certain however:

(1) I think I need a proper big sewing box to organise all of my odds and ends and spools of thread.
(2) If we ever have a bear-sibling we may have to move house.

PS - if anyone knows where I've put my other mitten and my other slipper, please let me know.  I'm sure I had a pair of each before I started tidying!

In which there has been snoozing and partying

First and most importantly, I have not yet had the baby.  We've got three weeks to go (ish), and I swing wildly from thinking he or she is going to arrive any minute because I'm so huge to being convinced that I'll be weeks and weeks overdue and even more huge.

I didn't mean to go so long between posts but most of the last week or so has been spent sorting out and rearranging the baby's room which has involved a fair amount of things piling up in my study which somewhat impedes access to the computer and the camera cable.  We're getting there now though, and assuming that I don't have the baby in the next few days I might even have some pictures to show for it.

However, rather than seeing just how messy I can make my house in the name of tidying up (and I promise I could make it an extreme sport!), I have a tale of a very wonderful afternoon spent in the company of the nicest of people in which the little bear and I were spoiled rotten by family and friends who came round for cake, a cream tea, oh and my baby shower. I still can't quite believe I'm grown up enough and pregnant enough to have just had a baby shower; it makes it all seem very real!

Both grandmothers-to-be made the trip from their respective ends of the country and everyone else came from a little more close at hand, and in an uncharacteristic lapse I even handed off my camera so that we have this rare evidence of Carie in front of the camera and proof of the very great spoiling of my baby by all who have yet to meet him or her. 

Mary brought me flowers:



Unwrapping a beautifully knit blanket from Mandy

And a cuter than cute baby jacket from Mary.

Bibs (and a whole heap of other useful things like baby wipes, lotion and cotton wool balls) from the most recent Mummy in the group,

and a very special book from my sister, fondly remembered by all of us.

My lovely colleague L, who has an alternative career ready and waiting as a party planner, helped to organise the whole thing (including bringing the fizz for those not driving or hatching small children) and made a wonderful quiz from celebrity baby pictures; my MIL and I managed a respectable 7/10 (after some hints) although we did initially think that a young Jennifer Aniston was Prince Charles!
 
I hope everyone had as much fun as I did; we certainly made some inroads into the cake, and the cream tea was greatly enhanced by genuine clotted cream, carted all the way from Devon by my Mum in a cool bag (yum).  I decided that at 8 months pregnant I could follow the Calendar Girls rule of catering (if it's a really special occasion buy it at Marks and Spencer) but I did do a little cooking:



Well you can't have a butterfly themed baby shower without butterfly cakes can you? And L brought a sweet butterfly shaped sponge (the 'after' to Colin the Caterpillar perhaps).

I didn't have the chance to take more pictures of the oh so pretty knitting yesterday but this morning's sunshine provided ample opportunity:


This is the little jacket that Mary made - it's so sweet and I love how the buttons have been sewn on in different colours to match.

Mandy's present also included this little jacket - the bear and I are going to sport matching jacket and socks, although my socks don't have such awesome orange buttons.

Y made me a candle - definitely not for the baby but stunningly pretty,

And Mandy's magnum opus - the Apple Tree blanket:

I love this pattern, the yarn is soft and wonderful and the colour is warm and soft and perfect for a snuggly little baby! As you can see, the bear's hedgehog is already getting in on the action:

And last but not least, while we're on the subject of beautiful knitting that I didn't do, I caught up with a good friend at Kenilworth Knit and Knatter on Thursday and was utterly surprised and delighted to be given a little something for the bear when he or she has grown a bit more - this gorgeous hoodie:

D is a very very skilled knitter and this hoodie is just perfect and a gorgeous sunshiney colour to boot,

I love the little 'label' on the back of the neck!

I've been doing a wee bit of knitting in between naps and tidying but that can wait for another day - today I've got pretty toys to play with, and another reading of If I were a sheep: