Notice there's a bit of a shoe thing going on here? Amy had these itty bitty soft soled boots when she was but a pup, long before she was at the walking stage. That didn't stop her wearing a hole in the toe. You see months before Amy could walk she pushed herself around on a little three wheeled low rider bike. She went everywhere on that bike. Round and round and round the kitchen table. Up and down the driveway. Along the beach. Right through the National Gallery of Victoria. Very tolerant folk there I tell you. She'd push forward with one foot and drag back on the top of the other foot - more like flippers than feet. Hence the hole.
But these boots were a complete ripper. You open them and slip the foot in through an velcro opening in the back. Couldn't be easier. When these wore out I looked in vain for a larger size. It was the idea of copying these shoes in a larger size that first prompted me to buy a whole hide of purple leather. And we all know how that turned out.
After my recent successes in felt I'm thinking of pulling out those leather scraps and giving these a go for Wil. I think they'll look rather fetching on a primary plastic low rider, don't you?
But right now I'm hot on knitting. This vest is just a delight, so practical and soft and I love the colours. I was worried about having enough wool so I knitted it too small so I'm rushing to get out another in a larger size as quick as I can. I am finding it a very practical and stylish garment for this time of year, and loving the way I can use up all those bits of yarns that are hanging around and making my stash look so much more indulgent than it really is.
Pattern - Bob from Rowan Junior
Yarn - Zara scraps, a total of 62 gms
Size - As I was using a lighter yarn and smaller needles (4mm instead of 5mm) I knitted the 1-2 year size in stitch count, but the 6-12 month size for length. It just fits Wil at 4 months.
Variations - I knitted both the arm and neck bands in the round after finishing.
And people? I'm still waiting on some sock pattern recommendations. I suck at toe grafting so I figure it's time I try toe up.
And I've got to say I was thrilled with the responses to that last post. Of course I understand the millions of reasons why people don't comment and I wasn't meaning to try and put the proverbial gun to the head or anything. I appreciate especially those of you who braved it and de-lurked - I wish you'd left me email addresses to thank you personally. It does help to have some idea that you are out there, enjoying what I write and not just visiting because Google told you that if you came here you'd find 'picture of hard to see or weird things' (I kid you not).
But I remain interested in the question of what it is in a blog that invites comment. And of course my interest extends beyond the blog and into the realm of life - why some lives invite others in and others just sit and get observed or admired from afar. I've turned to this question more than once over the years so your thoughts are always welcome.
Last and likely least
number 7. From over here. I've run out of stuff to say about Anzacs for now. These are good, but there's only so many things you can say about a biscuit.