products of a fevered mind

Displays of unreasonable maternal wrath directed towards a helplessly innocent Boss, the opposite end of my usual spectrum... discovering a pregnancy conceived of Fox Mulder (though not the associated saucy bit), who certainly wasn't going to hang around to take part in the hard work... a laboured discussion with midwives about how I was under no circumstances going to labour with said child (to no avail of course)...

...all the random products of last night's feverish thirteen-hour sleep. It seems a throat infection is purging my brain of some deep-seated issues (if you're a dream analyst, restrain yourself, I honestly don't want to know).

And so I wake to find that it's Wednesday at last, and that I'm feeling a fraction better. Thankfully The Boss is low maintenance, never happier than doodling and colouring, so all I need to handle is getting dressed in time for a meeting with an architect. Between now and then I'll sew a calico cushion pad for this Garden Plot Squares blanket gone wrong.

I've made a fair few of these blankets for babies before (I'll see if I can find a few photos to add below - they were pre-blog) and took a notion about two years ago to make a Breton-stripe coloured blanket, with alternating squares of cream and navy. It looked daft, so I've learned to my cost that these blankets always look best in one colour, with a coordinating border at a stretch. But I couldn't bear to frog the eight squares that I had already stitched together, so folding them over to make a cushion seems the only option.

I'm reading The Blue Afternoon, an old William Boyd novel. Not enough progress to report yet, but I love his more recent books.

Yarning along with Ginny.

Olly

Tess

Onec