In Britain, seventh anniversaries are, for some reason, symbolised by wool (the cause of the seven-year itch perhaps?) Now I love wool as much as the next wifie, but luckily Mr Breadwinner ignored the woolly tradition and gave me a six-month subscription to a marshmallow club. Let me repeat that slowly: a marshmallow club. I know. Such a thing actually exists, and I'm now a fully paid-up member! If anything's better than wool, it's definitely marshmallow (here's how to make them plus a critical cautionary tale - don't say you weren't warned).
Edit 18 July: Gratuitous droolly photo added. I'm officially sorted 'til Christmas. Happy days...
It's also exactly one year since little macaroon came about. A year! How did that happen? My life certainly seems very different from then; card-carrying, highlighted, manipedied, tropical tai tai, to heavily pregnant, worsted housewife with swollen feet enduring the worst Summer since records began.
For now, I'm all about
|for once, I think I chose the right buttons, it's never happened before|
A few other newborn sartorial creations (non-knit) are in the pipeline this week. So if you like making stuff and wonder what the dragon baby will be mostly wearing with his/her tiny sweaters this Winter, check back in a day or two for categorically the. most. awesome. baby. gift. idea. EVER. If you've ever wanted to give an easy, unique, handmade gift to a special newborn (and let's face it, who hasn't) then you do not want to miss this. Word.
Joining in with Yarn Along a wee bit early this week because I won't get time tomorrow. On the reading front, I'm waiting for my local library to get a hold of Love in the time of cholera. Meanwhile dipping in and out of The Road Home by Rose Tremain.
And, apropos nothing at all, here's a pretty picture of a rose that I rescued from the rain yesterday. I wish you could sniff it. And I wish I'd cleaned up the crumbs from the breakfast table.
Happy woollyversaries all round. Here's to the coming year.
|rose Baron Girod de l'Ain|