......I've put down the unfinished crochet blanket for the moment, and started knitting again. But - BUT - it's for a very good cause.
It started last Wednesday when my sister phoned.
"Quick," she said. "I need you to remind me how to purl. Now."
"Well," I said "Come over at the weekend and -"
"No! No time!" she said. "I'll youtube it.."
She's like that, my sister: she has an idea and she wastes no time getting on with it. So before she put the phone down, I asked for the full story. It turned out that Little E has a new friend whose mum, a former nurse, is trying to help a premature baby unit in Romania. She's looking for little knitted blankets and hats, my sister said, "I want to help. I might go to the wool shop in a bit." she said, and hung up.
A couple of hours later she sent me a photo of about half of a tiny hat and, the next day, another of the start of a blanket. I've found this amazing wool, she texted, all you do is stocking stitch and the wool does the pattern. Self patterning. It turns out looking like Fair Isle.
Well how could I resist? I started surfing. I discovered the baby blankets need to be washable - acrylic or cotton, the, not wool - with no lacy patterns or ribbons, in paler, restful colours, measuring around 18 inches by 24. Then I went to our wool shop. My sister has been using James Brett's Magi Knit. I found some Sirdar Baby Crofter which does the same thing
This wool is genius! It did all the work while I just stocking stitched in front of the tv for a couple of nights. It's addictive too - just one more row to see which bit of the pattern is going to come up next - and I'll admit it: I've ordered more. In pink. And blue. And maybe another neutral. Little E's friend's mum says there are lots of babies who need blankets. I will finish the crochet soon. But just one more blanket maybe? I do so want to see what pink faux Fair Isle looks like..
And the little teddy? When I went looking for something vintage nursery looking to add to my picture, I found this tiny bear my Mum made to fit in the front pocket of my schoolbag many years ago. He fits perfectly in the palm of a child's hand.