Happy Birthday my sweet little one.
2 years old already, eh? How did that happen?
Thanks for all the daily joy and sweetness you bring us and for saying 'Bye bye' to your toes when they go into your socks. That wipes me out every time.
Lucky me.
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On the windowsill here are 2 balls of Sublime Mohair in pale green and duck egg blue for some elbow-length Ms Potters. Also, front of pic, is a ball of Rowan Calmer which I'm carrying around for inspiration.
And looksee! It was only afterwards that I realised that these yarns are almost exactly the same colour as the flower motifs on the bag!
(Sorry about all the exclamation marks*, but I got unreasonably excited about this.)
Yay, dontcha love it?
We interrupt the parade of Knitting Bags to bring you this beauty from my kitchen windowsill on Sunday morning last.
Despite the bizarre weather we've been having around here, frost, sleet, storms etc, we've also had the occasional morning of brilliant spring sunshine.
And the daffodils have been glorious!
These are courtesy of my beloved sister in Portarlington. Thanks H!
Enjoy.
Anyway, it had to be done. And as it so often happens, frogging it and starting again gave me the beautiful outcome I had dreamed of. I love it.
And look see.