A lovely little person I know turns one in early March. Her birthday party, a nice little affair down by the lake, will be held at the end of February. I’ve known this is coming for some time and do you think I have been able to decide what to knit?
No.
I am, in my mind, treating this knit like it’s the most important thing I will ever do. It’s got to be perfect. It’s got to be right. It’s got to be something she’ll not outgrow immediately. It’s got to be something she’ll get wear out of at once, but also in the coming winter months. It’s got to be pretty and delicate but also practical for a little girl who’s learning to walk.
It’s also got to be knit from my stash, which, although a pretty extensive stash, appears not to have just the right yarn in it. If you’re on Facebook or Twitter you’ll see I’ve agonised publicly about this today and have had some very nice and helpful suggestions along the way. Now, because apparently I’m more neurotic about this than I thought, I’m writing about it here.
I know, really, that it’s just a first birthday, and that she won’t know or care what I make. And her parents will love whatever it is.
Cardigans. Dresses. Hats. Toys. 4ply. 8ply. Cotton. Wool. Bamboo. I’ve gone over it all again and again and am now at the point where I have retraced my steps and come back to the first patterns I was considering and ditched some and found new ones and wondered and planned and stash dived and yet….I come up gasping for air with no clearer view in mind.
I know what I want to knit later. I know what I want to knit when it’s winter and I need something quick and simple. I have visions of what to knit as next spring rolls around. But now? For her first birthday?
Not a clue.
It’s exhausting in my head sometimes.
Bells
