The last time I posted here, I had just found out that I was pregnant. Finally pregnant, after nine months of trying. After knitting for other people's babies. After stocking up on baby pattern books, baby yarns, and baby buttons in anticipation. I was finally pregnant.
And I didn't stop knitting. Oh, far from it. Between last October and today, I've completed two dozen projects. Several were gifts or commissions, a few were just for me, but ten of them have been for my precious, beautiful, amazing, perfect little girl. I just can't stop knitting for her. Even knowing that she'll grow out of any and all of it much faster than I'd like. Even though one of the projects never properly fit her at all.
In the beginning, before we knew if we'd be getting a prince or a princess, it was gender neutral accessories:
Then, once we knew we were having a girl, I started in on the lovely sweaters - and who says powder blue isn't a gorgeous color for a girl's winter ensemble?
Then, with a book of toy patterns received at the baby shower, I suddenly went nuts for knitted plushies!
Most recently I completed a lace pullover that will hopefully fit her next spring. This project was the one that bridged the great divide between pregnancy and motherhood. Cast on in June, just a week before my due date, and finally finished a little over a week ago.
And a house-elf hat for her costume for our upcoming Harry Potter cosparty:
And this kid is only ten and a half weeks old! By the time she starts kindergarten, she won't leave the house but sporting at least one thing handmade for her.
In June 2011, I posted a letter from Eunny Jang entitled "Living a Handmade Life," in which she describes the thoughtfulness and care that goes into a handmade project, how crafts like knitting teach us to appreciate quality and sincere effort, and to be better problem solvers and risk takers, and that ultimately, knitters are a positive, creative force in the world. We add, rather than subtract.
And that is a lesson that I look forward to teaching my daughter, while I'm wrapping her up in yarn kisses.