Back at the end of May my sweet friend, Kim, had a beautiful baby boy who goes by the name of Silas.
Much of my May knitting was taken up with trying to finish a interesting, but surprisingly slow, blanket, and a wee teddy, to send to the young Master Reid. I did finish it a few days after he was born, and then failed to send it until the middle of August because I am a severe procrastinator.
I then endured a few slightly agonising weeks as I wondered whether it would ever get to Jo’burg, and more specifically, to Kim’s house, or whether it would be disappeared somewhere along the way.
As I said, I am working on other baby knits at the moment, and was chatting to one of the mothers-to-be today about by uncanny ability to be able to predict baby-gender, especially when I knit for a not-yet-born little one. I always seem to be able to choose a gender-appropriate yarn. It’s a mysterious and, to be honest, quite useless skill to possess, and yet there you go:
I’m Ellidh, and I have prophetic knitting needles.
In summary: still knitting.