I knitted a slipper this week (pattern from here) for Son #1 who is growing like a weed right now. His voice deepened over the past month too which simultaneously delights and saddens me. I think I'm in denial. I didn't sign up for teenagers, I just wanted babies. Where's my blonde blue eyed strange little toddler-boy? I'm sure he was around here only a year or so ago.
The slippers may be for the fourteen year old but that's my ankle, daringly bared on the blog. If anyone out there speaks Japanese/Chinese (see how ignorant I am?) and can tell me what my pyjama leg says, please enlighten me. Unless it says something like Gullible White Chick, in which case just lie and assure me it says May you sleep within the serenity of a thousand cherry blossom petals. Thanks.
The light was beautiful this morning, streaming into the house and turning everything to gold.
Okay. Onto the second slipper.