Sweater and Cowl

I have been slowly working on a few pieces, even though nothing’s been blogged. It’s sort of an old joke now–if you do something and don’t broadcast it online, did it really happen?

Here’s a sweater for my friend Judy that I told her I would knit…oh…18 months ago. It’s just about done–I only need to add buttons. This is a picture from a mid stage where I put it on scrap yarn to see if the collar was big enough. If it looks familiar, it’s because it’s the same sweater I knit for myself near 2 years ago.

And I’m working on a cowl for my sister, which is a fast knit and should be done soon. These are famous last words in the knitting world, and now that garden season is starting up I’m sure it’ll be ready for her in time for December. Of 2013.

Purple Purple

So, a little over 4 years ago, I had a baby girl. (yes, 4. I skipped the obligatory birthday post.) At this time, I thought, “I will not buy only pink and purple for my little girl. I’ll do things that are bright colors, but not girly.”

And so I painted her room orange and yellow, partly to reflect the pattern of the beautiful quilt that my friend Emily stitched for her. I didn’t do much else in terms of decorating, since I think doing a full nursery is cute but silly since the baby doesn’t care and once that baby gets a bit bigger they’ll have opinions. I also feel that doing a full nursery is what the marketers want you to do–do a full nursery, then get all new stuff for “big kid” stage, then get all new stuff for “preteen” stage, then get all new stuff for “teenager.” But I digress.

That little girl grew and grew, and stated her love for all things…pink and purple. And thus did she get things that were pink and purple. And these things ended up in her room, so her room ended up being orange and yellow and purple and brown and pink and white and just all sorts of garish.

(The dresser has already been painted in this picture; it used to be the same dark brown as the handles.)

And then, a few weeks ago while I was at Bed Bath and Beyond I saw a beautiful dark purple comforter with hot pink stitching and knew that it would make my little girl all sorts of happy. I also realized then I’d have to paint her room otherwise it would be really ugly. Such severe life problems, I know.

Dear reader, I painted the room purple. Benjamin Moore AF-615 Violetta to be precise.

I painted the dresser and side table white and painted the handles a deep pink. I also painted the inside of her closet the same pink for a little pop of bright color.

Mirrored butterflies on the wall, floating away on the walls over to the top of the bed.

And as for the inspirational quilt-well, as a creator of handmade goods I always feel sad if I think they go unused. As it turns out, the quilt that Emily made for Atticus happened to be a dark purple, and thus we could put that one up instead! So pretty.

Overall, I love it. In my overachieving painting world I would have loved to paint it with an ombre effect, but it’s probably prettier this way. I was also going to stencil on some pink and purple butterflies onto the dresser but decided against it. We need to get better bookshelves and add real shelving to the closet, but that can wait. And did the girl like it?

Yes! She did!

And then she promptly put on an orange suit and clashed with her own room.

Fashion

Outfit rules in our house for the girl:

1) Must be weather appropriate

2)Must sort of kind of fit (lots of wiggle room with this one)

3)Must wear leggings/bike shorts under dresses or skirts so that hanging upside down on the playground is easily done.

aaaaaand, that’s about it.  (Special occasions are, of course, slightly different.  For that there is only one rule and it is this: 1) You will wear 1 of 2 outfits I have chosen.)

Clothes are often inside out, backwards, and more often than not both. Socks never, ever match. The boy, incidentally, is quite traditionally stylish and puts together outfits often complete with accessories, Remember, he’s the kid who wore a 3 piece suit nearly every day for almost a year.

Here’s a typical one:

That is, of course

if I can get her to keep anything on at all.

Two Views on Inheritance

The Girl

One day, while I was getting dressed, the Girl came into the room. Pointing to my engagement ring, she exclaimed, “Mommy! I wan’ wear dat flower wing!”

“Kid,” I said, “You can have it when you’re a grownup.” I reconsidered that, and said, “Actually, you can have it after I die.”

Displeased, she said, “No! I want it now!!!”

“Yeah, that’s not going to happen,” I replied.  She left in a huff.

The Boy:

Eric was putting the Boy to bed, and put on Coltrane for him to listen to as he fell asleep.  Feeling somewhat wistful, he said, “You know, one day, you’re going to be in grad school, sitting around drinking beers with your friends, and someone will put this record on for you and you’ll say, ‘Oh, my dad used to play this album for me,’ and it’ll bring back memories of home.”

The Boy’s eyes light up, and he asks, excitedly, “So, does that mean when you die I get all your music ?!”