rebranding wedding anniversary gifts seven = marshmallow

A couple of (dozen?) kilos. A home big enough to merit actual internal doors. Parenthood. An epic globetrotting adventure. Just some of the things we've made in the last seven years. I've yet to experience a party to equal the one we had. I really hope that's how all married people feel reminiscing about their wedding.

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...

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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 eating marshmallows nesting the bump. I finished a wee jumper this week that had been languishing at the bottom of the bag. Puerperium is a pattern that I was introduced to via about twelfty bajillion Yarn Along participants. With good reason too, the little dragon baby will look a picture in it.

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