The show's not over ...

... until the buttons are sewn on and the Munchkin Baby Jacket added to my ever-increasing pile of baby clothes.

A root around the button tin for the extra buttons which I bought for the rainbow baby and a quick shopping trip at lunchtime produced four choices:


From left to right: wave buttons - they have a dark blue swirl on them; wooden carved ladybirds; turquoise buttons; mother of pearl buttons.

A quick consultation with my button expert (he who rejected everything in the button tin yesterday), narrowed it down to two:


Ladybirds, or


turquoise; ladybirds or turquoise? The ladybirds are cute and neutral but the turquoise exactly matches the blue stripes in the knitting and are big and manly for this little baby boy. Ladybirds or turquoise?

I couldn't decide, H couldn't decide; the munchkin pumpkin, still sat on my study shelf, expressed no noticeable opinion.

In the end though, the decision was made for me. By this:

Don't even try to pretend that you don't know what I'm knitting! This is the final one though, I promise. The turquoise buttons, chosen with a fuggy coldy head in my lunchhour, with none of the yarn with me, are an exact match for Colinette Cadenza in Blue Jay.


They even match down to the variegations in the yarn. It's the icing on the (woolly) fairy cake.


And maybe it is appropriate that ladybirds are crawling all over a pumpkin!



PS. For Dad, who very gamely reads the 'technical knitting stuff' every post, with very little concept of what I'm talking about, these pictures are more in your line of photography than knitwear:


Sunset setting

Dusk setting.

Both equally beautiful. The real thing was somewhere between the two - a molten gold sky.

Harvestime

Is there really ever too much of a good thing? Last year when I knit three identical large baby blankets several people asked me whether I was sick of the pattern and yet I know I'd knit it again for a baby who I know would treasure it.

With the horde of babies about to descend I am returning again and again to the old faithful baby surprise jacket. It's chief charms are that it's a quick knit and one to use beautiful stripy sock yarn for the brightest and best effect. And you get to choose buttons.

I said yesterday that I had abandonned the one armed bandit in favour of the comfort of repetitive garter stitch which was probably an indication of the delightful cold I am starting to grow today - most of my team have got the same tickly throat so we think we should have quarrantined my boss after his children went back to school.

However, an evening curled up on the sofa means that I've finished the latest BSJ!



This yarn, Regia Square 6ply in Clown (1125) from Web of Wool, is the same yarn that I used for the very first Baby Surprise Jacket, which was called 'Baby Surprise Jacket'. I can't use that again and so far we've had Pink Baby and Rainbow Baby so I was thinking towards Orange Baby when I came across this in Sainsbury's:



It's a perfect colour match and the whole ensemble just glows.



So; Pumpkin Baby? Squash Baby? Baby Baby? Nope. Much better than that:


It's the Munchkin Baby Surprise! All it needs now is the buttons.

Just a spoonfull of sugar

Fear not! I haven't been baking again. Opinion was divided as to whether the rainbow cake was actually edible or whether it would turn your insides the colours shown in the biology diagrams but Chez Moi it is disappearing fast. The chocolate cakes are long gone!

The sugar is to help me with this:


Clearly I need to find a one-armed teddy bear and announce that I have a custom made sweater for him and for his other arm, languishing at the bottom of the toy box because the other sleeve is done, I just couldn't face all of those ends. I am rapidly discovering that (a) I like fairisle an awful lot more when I'm knitting in the round and/or when the pattern hasn't been written so that I needed to use a new length of teal yarn for every dotty row. Seriously, it's a five row gap on straight knitting. I know I could have changed it but it actually looks best that way and more than anything I want this to look as attractive as possible; (b) I am not sufficiently awake in the morning to knit a detailed fairisle pattern. It was two days before I realised that the sleeve was 5cm shorter than the pattern said, by which point I'd sewn it in and trimmed the ends. I haven't lengthened it because I think it looks proportional like this and I'm not keen on super-long sleeves for babies but that's beside the point and (c) for once in my life my gauge is tighter than the pattern. It means that the jacket is a smidgen smaller than the pattern but it's the same size as a BSJ and I know that they fit babies so all will be well.

The sugar itself is another BSJ for a work baby which has so far evaded the camera. It's the same orange as the very first one I ever knit which is here, and it's very soothing.

Birmingham likes to consider itself an up and coming city and is very keen on art and sculpture type projects to show how cultured we all are. The current street exhibition is wicker work and you'll know where the title for today's post really came from when you see this:


An undeniably British figure, some way north of the big smoke.


I don't know how much of the sign you can read (click it for bigger) but the interesting bits are that the desert spiky plants in the sculpture are supposed to represent smoke and the chimney-pots include the Birmingham Bishop type pot. The only problem is deciding which one is a Birmingham Bishop.

Whilst I like this one:



I put my money on this one - because it looks like a chess piece


Google doesn't turn up anything special about Birmingham Bishop chimney pots so if anyone knows anything more, let me know.

The other unanswered question is which way round is Mary - the view above, or this one:



Whichever way she is facing, Mary is a more soothing sculpture than this next one, the one nearest to my office:


The subtext reads: "Your lunch hour is over, please return to your office now. Your lunch hour is over, please return to your office now. Your lunch hour is over, please return to your office now. " on a continuous loop.



Given how my professional life is governed by time - chargeable hours and minutes and targets for hours and minutes, and deadlines, deadlines and more deadlines, I find it a little uncomfortable to watch; it's a bit like a Sophie Kinsella novel, The Undomesticated Goddess which kicks off with a London solicitor who misses a registration deadline for a charge with costly consequences. Without spoiling the story too much I will say that all is not what it seems, and all's well that ends well, but whereas friends in other professions have read it as light train fiction, there isn't a lawyer I know who hasn't felt that kick in the base of their stomach when they read those first few chapters, and run through their current deadlines in their head - it's just a little too close for comfort.

Glass brim full

It's been a good weekend.

We got off to a good start when My Favourite Baby and his parents came to visit on Saturday. MFB is now 6 months old and all cuddles and giggles and fish impersonations that we think are him trying to blow kisses. If you tickle him he wiggles his feet and gives you a beaming smile - it's unbelievably cute.

His parents are dear friends and we had a great time catching up with them. Quite how the topic of conversation got round to Scalextrics I'm not sure; and how we got from there to setting up our Scalextric track around the lounge floor is another mystery, but you know you aren't really grown up when all four of you are sat on the floor (in the dark because the cars light up) watching the cars go round while the baby sleeps upstairs.

We were planning to play golf with friends on Sunday but it was weather for frogs and submariners so we rounded them up and played Wii Sports Golf instead (and Scalextrics!). The highpoint in all of this silly merriment was the priceless moment when H carefully speared a roast potato with the carving fork, lifted up to transfer it to his plate - and it slid off the fork and plopped accurately into my (full) wineglass. I can now tell you that roast potatoes are enhanced by a dressing of white wine, but I'm not sure I could say that the reverse is true.

All of this sounds far too good to be true, but there is more - there is cake:



And more cake. H made a special request of sorts on Friday. He is studying hard for some exceptionally boring exams and when I e-mailed him on Friday to ask something trivial and to see how he was getting on I fear it had affected his brain. The response read: "I want to sit on a little fluffy gold cloud". I thought that he might be on to something there but he made it clear that it was a condition of little fluffy gold cloud land that I bring cake if I was to come too.

"What flavour cake?"

"Rainbow!"

His wish is my command (at least when it comes to cake):


And if you think that looks enticing - look at the inside:


That is a six egg sponge cake, divided into six portions and coloured individually. I then layered each colour into two cake tins - one yellow, then orange, then red and the other violet, then indigo, then blue, and the buttercream in the middle is dyed green.

It's all done with Supercook colours and the orange and indigo are slightly disappointing - the orange is pretty much red apart from a bit at the very far left that looks slightly lighter, and the indigo is just speckled black and blue, rather than being properly dark blue. The violet, which is red and blue, mixed quite well but I think I need to invest in some proper food colours. They would be good for yarn dying too.

Needless to say, H is thrilled with the cake.

The mixed bag of jelly beans helped me match up all sorts of things too:


Gumdrops socks in the Goody Goody colourway - it seemed only appropriate. My order from Blue Moon arrived on Friday so I finally finished these socks, just in time for the new kit which arrived on Thursday (and is beautiful):


These are a great pattern and a comfortable fit - I'd like to do a pair in Jitterbug for my MIL but I'm a bit cautious about the yardage. She does have smaller feet than me so we might be OK.

And just in case the sugary overload is all too saccharine - here is a palate cleanser:



Autumn sunflowers - maybe next year mine will grow!

Rectangles

If you feared that I had diverted my efforts entirely to the kitchen and the expansion of my waistline (and that of anyone around me), rest easy, it is not so, and here is the proof:



This is the body and the back section of the jacket that will form part of Baby K's layette. I hope this will see off the chill of a Scottish winter for a few weeks at least. The yarn is Debbie Bliss Baby Cashmerino in a soft teal to reflect granite and the sea or the loch on a grey day and the much sort after cream 101, finally tracked down in Liverpool. The baby is due just as two colleagues go on maternity leave at the end of the month so it's all systems go on the baby knitting front.

However, I did find the time and a cheap staple gun (£4.99 from Homebase and it comes with a pack of staples) to finish off my pinboard:



I tucked the fabric into the join between the board and it's frame and there are a few tiny wrinkles at the corner because of it but they aren't noticeable unless you look for them and I have provided ample distraction by pinning up the postcard of Brighton which Carey's parents sent me last year when he was born.

The back looks like this:

But that's against the wall so there's no need for anyone to see it!

My final two rectangles for today are my current favourite reads:


which I cannot possibly do justice to at the moment so I will tell you about them another day.

Round things and rainbows

Geometrically, a sphere is the 3-D shape with the highest volume to surface area ratio. Only because spheres do not stack very well on supermarket shelves do chopped tomatoes come in cylindrical tins.

It's also pretty hard to make spherical cakes. It's not at all hard to make trapeziumical-cylinder cakes (and no I don't think that's a word either). Every now and then I swing from a period of not wanting to cook anything, to longing to be in the kitchen. It is the former that keeps our local takeaways in business and the latter that means that occasionally I come home and make these:


Pink fairy cakes - vanilla flavoured with pink lemon icing and silver sort-of-heart shaped dragees for decoration. Yum - at least I think so; I'm being terribly restrained and waiting for H to come home to try them. I made these from my own recipe but these:


Are a variation on Jane Brocket's recipe for Rock Buns in The Gentle Art of Domesticity which is my current favourite read. I couldn't find my fresh nutmeg so I used 1/2 tsp ish of ground ginger and as I had a cooking apple on its last legs on the work surface I popped that in as well. The result is an autumnal halfway point - the dried fruit points towards forthcoming mince pies and the cakey-ness refers back to the buttery scones of summer. Three have gone already which I think speaks for itself.

Continuing my theme of round things (I'll do rectangular things tomorrow, I promise), I have buttons for the Rainbow Baby Surprise, and, somewhat predictably, they are rainbow coloured:


Options were considered, a poll was taken, the votes (all 5 of them) were counted and the result was that these little spots of colour narrowly edged out wooden ladybirds by an antenna. So narrowly in fact that the little ladybird buttons came home too!

And my final round thing for today is:


My one and only sunflower of the summer which bloomed and promptly fell over on top of the fuschia crushing the goldenrod into disarray in the process. By the time it stopped raining and we got time to go outside and look it was beyond rescue so it's now sat on my kitchen windowsill - summer's final hurrah!

Falling Leaves

If I am truly honest, my favourite season is whichever one it is right now. In the winter I keep an anxious look out for snow and revel in it if it arrives, I enjoy the nip of the early mornings, the need to wear hat and mittens and the cozy feeling when it starts to get dark at 4 and you can see the office lights shining out into the darkness and the fairy lights strung up in the trees around Birmingham.

In the spring there is the series of firsts; first snowdrop, first daffodil, first tulip, first day without a coat, possibly even first day in sandals. For summer, and I mean real summer, not the washed out excuse for a swimming cozzie we had this year, I love the smell of hot sun cream on tanned skin, cool breezy evenings, the crash of surf around my ears during the first swim of the season, birthdays and vanilla sponge cake.

At the moment of course, my favourite is Autumn. I know this because I'm wearing orange. Again. Autumn is all about crisp mornings, the first frost, wearing socks again (I stopped in May), particularly all the socks I made over the summer, favourite jumpers and cardigans coming out of the bottom drawer, and peerless sunny days with trees flaming copper against a deep blue sky.

We look out onto a deep brick red wall only a couple of metres away, five floors above a little alley. At one end of the alley is the churchyard and every now and then my eye is caught by a flash of green and yellow skittering past my window as the trees wave farewell to summer.

It really isn't that much of a surprise then to discover that my knitting matches the season:

These knitted diamonds are part of something much bigger which has yet to be revealed so for the moment, they are falling leaves, dropping from my needles and catching round my ankles, waiting to be swept up to be made into something special.

Ditto

Another weekend, another wedding. We've just got back from attending H's cousin's wedding oop north and I am delighted to say that we have now finished the marathon of 'weddings we have been to'.

The wedding was a blur of uncles and aunts and cousins, only a few of whom I had met before, and then it was at our wedding but I feel I have got a little bit more of an idea as to who is who. H has 15 sets of uncles and aunts and around 40 cousins. He can name all of the uncles and aunts on a good day and about a third of the cousins so you get an idea of what I'm trying to get to grips with!

Being nothing if not consistent, my knitting for the weekend was this:


Another BSJ, this time a more successful interpretation of gender neutral. The multicoloured yarn is some Opal which I had leftover from making these socks; I have no idea what the colour is but it's pretty. When that ran out I switched to green Baby Cashmerino which picks up the flecks of green in the Opal. All I need now are some buttons.

The flower is from the wedding, each lady was given a white flower to wear, and each gentleman wore a red buttonhole.

As a little extra, this is my favourite picture from Saturday:

London Calling

Even during the couple of years I spent living in Wimbledon, I never considered myself a Londoner; geographically misplaced Devonian maybe, but Londoner, no! I liked the wide open spaces, the sea and the coastline, and rolling hills. Not noise and traffic and the diesel belch of a passing bus which grits in your teeth.

However, whenever we get a spare day it is to London that we go, but to our favourite spaces, shops and views. And that is precisely where we went on Thursday.

It is a family joke that whenever my father plans an expedition, the list of sites to see in that day will stretch the ordinary family and yet there are little extras built in on all sides, "just one more", "just up this hill", "just...".

I am nothing if not my father's daughter. I also adhere to his maxim that you see things best on foot. H has learned to wear sensible footwear.

From Warwickshire you arrive by train into Marylebone which crosses off one Monopoly square for starters, and we took shanks pony down into Marylebone itself. Marylebone High Street is a picture of upper middle class shopping, there's no other way to describe it. It is perfect for window shopping all the gadgets, odd arty furniture, and hand painted china you could ever need. We did however, fall victim to the Cath Kidston shop. Secretly I love Cath Kidston prints in the same way that I love Martha Stewart Living. I know that however much I aspire to have my home look like that it will still be full of hockey sticks, fragrant sports clothes, golf clubs and bags and boxes of yarn and fabric, but I girl's got to dream.

H, loving as ever, and with a fairly recent recollection of the interaction between a pin and the sole of his foot, bought me this:


And a pinny covered in strawberries which I fell in love with. The reason for our heading in this direction was to pay a visit to the legendary VV Rouleaux. I wish I'd taken a picture of the outside of this shop because the window displays were lovely and the shop itself is a great plummy colour but I was hypnotised by the wares beckoning me in. If you have never heard of it, VV Rouleaux sells ribbons, from the finest gauze to the heavy cord tassels needed to hold floor length curtains in place. We found a rack full of embroidered ribbons

and as you see, a few came home. The pink at the top left is little girl ribbon, then the orange stripe I want to turn into knitwear somehow, the green is elephant ribbon, then there are blue boats and three different colours of butterflies - inspiration ribbons one and all, these will turn up as trims on quilts or tiny clothes, or wrapped around very special parcels. Or maybe I will keep them to look at and play with and love.


Our meanderings took us past Harley Street (where we paid homage on behalf of the medical members of the family) and past this:



A cow. On a first floor balcony. Lest it not be obvious from the picture I should stress that this is not a real cow, which would be very lost, but I suspect it to be part of the Cow Parade. It's at the end of Wimpole Street behind Oxford Street if anyone knows which one it is.



Need I say more or shall I just show you the buttons?


Five pretty little flowery buttons to go on this piece of knitwear:


Before I give you the impression that this was simply a very girly shopping trip which I dragged my husband on, our next stop (well after the bead shop at the bottom of Carnaby Street) was his choice - The Royal Academy:



This sculpture is called Promenade, originally intended for the Tuilleries gardens in Paris, but instead set up in a courtyard in London. During the week, and without any special exhibitions on, there is not that much to see as a lot of the galleries are closed. However, we found plenty to enjoy including, A Quiet Corner, which I can't find on the internet but which has a girl in tudor dress curled up in a sunny windowsill with a book while the fire burns brightly next to her feet. She isn't reading the book but has looked up to see someone coming into the room.

Oh and we found a painting with knitting - Alone by Amy K Browning. In the flesh the lady's face is far more detailed than the rest of the painting, drawing your eye in to her expression - she's too sad to knit.

H is a keen and fairly talented artist and for him, Mecca is three floors of art shop, Cass Art in Islington. "Islington!", I hear you say, "surely there's a knitting shop there!". And you would be correct.

Fortified by a slow pint in a pub near the Angel we made it to both Loop and Cass Art. Loop is small but crammed full of yarn and books and lovely things which I hadn't seen before and would find it hard to get anywhere else. For example, Autumn Vogue Knitting (with amazing mittens) and the Norah Gaughan books, which just might have come home with me!

We made it back to central London as dusk fell, and we sat in Trafalgar Square to watch the world go by





before heading into the National Portrait Gallery which has late opening to 9pm on Thursdays and Fridays. I don't think I've ever been in before, I've always gone for the familiarity of the National next door, but although much smaller it is more concentrated. We say pictures of the Tudors (always a favourite period in history), the portrait of Shakespeare that always pops up on the back of the textbooks, the Stuarts, William and Mary, naughty Queen Caroline, right through to Vera Brittan, Beatrix Potter, and our modern Olympians. Walking through the chronology either painting ability/style has improved or people looked really funny in Tudor times!

After a delicious supper nearby and a stroll around Leicester Square to play with the hand prints (I'm smaller than Arnie and bigger than Maggie Smith), we came home. But there was one last surprise:





Miniature fairy cakes from Fortnum & Mason. Perfect.

The knitting requiring buttons was this:



The first of a conveyor-belt of Baby Surprise Jackets for the onslaught of babies due in the next few months. I was hoping that this one was going to be gender-neutral (yes, I can hear you laughing) but by the time we arrived in London it was clear that this jacket was for a girl so I capitulated and bought the Liberty buttons to match.



It might have been for today's baby, born this morning, but as his name is Oliver, I think we shall have to find something else for him!