Breastfeeding a 20 month old means sometimes having a small truck drive across your boob.
This is not a metaphor.
🙂
Breastfeeding a 20 month old means sometimes having a small truck drive across your boob.
This is not a metaphor.
🙂
(Blurry evening photo.)
The blanket is nearly done – I just need to do a sewn bind off, which to be honest, I’m putting off a bit. Not because it’s massively tricky (though I will have to look up how to do it again) but because there is so much going on here for the move, that I need something mindless when I’m knitting.
Thus I have started a bonnet for no2, which somehow, despite everything, I’m galloping through. Hopefully it’ll turn out the same as it looks in my head, and I’ll write up the pattern and stick it up here in case anyone else wants to make one. 🙂
(It amuses me that my palm seems to be a stand in for my child’s head!)
Right now…
I’m wondering if I’ve packed too much too soon?
Apart from the loft, and about half the garage, there is really only the kitchen and the clothes and the essentials to go. (Oh and toys, but they are very managable and I’ll leave alot of those till next sunday.)
I’ve just packed my sewing machine (wah!), I packed my fabric away yesterday, and (almost) all the craft books at the beginning of the week. (I can still get to my needles, and yarn though. Yay!)
I have my crochet, and the baby blanket (though that’s very nearly finished!) and half a duck soup (and the yarn for a second, smaller one) so I’ve plenty of craft related things.
Of course I’m itching to start making things for the new house, but I’m going to wait till we’re actually living there, and I’ll have a better idea of what we need. But already I’m dreaming of making some of these, and these, oh and maybe some of these. 🙂
Oh, and I haven’t even started on the cleaning, and that and the kitchen should keep me busy next week, right?