10 October 2008

grey to gold

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.

slipper

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.

rumpled

The light was beautiful this morning, streaming into the house and turning everything to gold.

Early morning light on the small change tin

Okay. Onto the second slipper.

27 comments:

tut-tut said...

I know! Wait until they start driving . . .

Eleanor said...

Ok. Listen. The second slipper is CRUCIAL. We know this from the Cinderella story, which would be NOTHING without the glass slipper.

In this case, it is a slipper knitted by a mother for a son...all right...here goes...I'm knitting you a happy ending (I don't do this for just anybody you know):

Once upon a time there was a beautiful mother who lived in a mudbrick house in the hills. This lovely mother had three lovely sons who were her pride and joy. One morning, the mother awakened to find her house bathed in a stunning golden light. This light was magical and intoxicating as it streamed into her home and landed, with an audible hiss, on the one woolen slipper which she had completed the previous night. As if in a trance, the mother took up her knitting needles and (click click clickity clack) conjured up the slipper's perfect twin. At the very moment that the pair was complete, her eldest son walked into her room, sat down on her bed, and placed the slippers on his feet. They were a perfect fit.

As the son stood up and walked away from her, the mother noticed that the magic of the light and the wool and the love was already working. For with each step he took, the son became younger and younger. His hair became paler, his skin became softer, his eyes more innocent, his hands dimpled, and the nape of his neck, why, the nape of his neck was that of a brand new baby, with a milky smell and a nuzzling baby softness.

The mother smiled to herself and embraced the new day.

knitmare said...

I love that type of golden ligth, it is usually more an evening light than a morning light. But either way it makes the whole world pretty :)
Very nice slippers - is there anything better than a quick succes?
Happy knitting :)

Tracee said...

I know; I didn't sign up for teenagers either. However, I think I'll be alright till they get taller than me...{ I've probably only got mere months left}

RW said...

I have two 13 year olds on the brink or maybe I am on the brink ....

I am mystified how it happened so quickly.

Badger said...

Dude. My boy child had a doctor appointment last week, during which I discovered that he is now the exact height and weight that I was when I got pregnant with him. I was nearly 30 then; he is now TWELVE.

And if I tried to wear his slippers, there'd be several inches of empty toe flapping around on the end of my foot. Oy.

P and P said...

Since no one more qualified has translated yet, I will render the kanji as "I will lay me down in peace and sleep."

Anyone else who translates this is much more qualified than I.

willowcaroline said...

I am so glad to hear another mother say that. The minute my oldest was born I began to panic about the teen years. Now he is 15, and another is 12 and will be where he is soon. And the 7 year old is itching to be older every second.

My son is attending the school I teach at now. He is looking at girls. He is talking about driving. I did not sign on for this! Babies and playing with blocks and taking stroller rides and gardening together and playing pat-a-cake - yes. Girls and cars - NO!!!

I spend my day in ceaseless prayer - Help me, help me, help me - because I am just so uncertain now of my role as mother, and I don't want to mess things up. I really want to turn out a fine man...and have a healthy relationship with my adult son. Anyone know how that is done?

herhimnbryn said...

Beautiful golden hues. What is it about rumpled bed sheets, what is it? :)

innercitygarden said...

I'm going away until this talk of teenagers stops. My 21 month old is just getting into sentences and I can't bear to think of the years ahead where he inevitably gives them up again in favour of "Uh".

Fe said...

Me too, Suze. I miss my little brown-eyed curious toddler. Now I have a tall, gangly, oft-times sullen pre-teen who, at unexpected moments changes back into a beautiful, loving and caring boy.

And he's only 11.

I just read a fantastic book about parenting teens.... called "Before Your Teen Drives You Crazy" by Nigel Latta. Well worth the price.

It's taken away a lot of my dread about the oncoming years.

Michelle said...

i love all the comments...so lovely...
my "oldest and dearest" is now 19...how scary is that...and just moved out of the nest...even sader...
i think that that was the hardest thing...not driving not girls not growing facial hair..but living somewhere else...
so enjoy and love all the quirky and indifferent things about teenage years cause they got so fast...

rhubarbwhine said...

Your pyjama leg cracked me up.

katiecrackernuts said...

I love that kind of light. The roses tin is lovely, even better with a golden hue.

M said...

Okay, I can't tell you how relieved I am that you are about to start on the second slipper. I thought for the moment that you had knitted BOTH of them this week which would be entirely unfair as I am still struggling through my first sock. I'm at the horrible toe bit when my fingers can't quite manage the tiny little stitches.

fifi said...

hmm, I was just thinking how nice it would be to crawl into that lovely sunlit bed, but I guess that probably sounds creepy.

So I'll tell you instead that my 11 year old knucklehead just bought himself some chocolate LYNX can you believe, and I demanded to know if it was because he wanted girls to bite his bottom, like on the ad.

Disgusting.

He denies it, but boy oh boy, I want my little fluffy-headed duckling back in lieu of this disgraceful changeling I seem to have landed.

alice c said...

The best years are the teenage years. I adore the energy, enthusiasm and potential of my teenage children and their friends. Everything is new, everything is an adventure, everything seems possible.

Elizabeth said...

Look at it this way, after the teen years...THE EMPTY NEST! sob.
If you hadn't told us about the second slipper, I would have assumed there already was one. Silly gullible me...

Stacey said...

Oh you're making me cry!
The thought of my sweet, Mum snuggling, kissy boys growing up into grunting, hairy, smelly teenagers scares me.
Fantastic slippers. I need a pair of those. Perhaps they could be the 156th thing on my knitting to do list.

docwitch said...

Very gorgeous photies.

Love the slippers - we always had these growing up. Knitted by Grandma the Legend. I've come over all nostalgic now.

And as far as children growing up rapidly goes: what they all said. Mine started school this year, and suddenly started to leave me in ways that I am still not prepared for.

Isabelle said...

I actually signed up for teenagers, because I taught teenagers and thought I preferred them. But then I got babies and adored them. I liked them as teenagers too but I don't like it when they grow up and go away!!! Well, the growing up bit is ok but not the going away. Sigh.

Isn't it strange how we can't imagine our children at another age?

meggie said...

It is true. Gold is where you find it!

Love the slipper.

Daisy May said...

Yes I often think 'I want my babies back!' But then one of them will tell a joke, or want to discuss the days news or what book he/she is reading and I realise how much I love these teen years and actually really like the people they've become. (and the fact that I can go for coffee without taking anything except me and whover wants to come!)
Can you let me know where to find the pattern fot the slippers?

Daisy May said...

Yes I often think 'I want my babies back!' But then one of them will tell a joke, or want to discuss the days news or what book he/she is reading and I realise how much I love these teen years and actually really like the people they've become. (and the fact that I can go for coffee without taking anything except me and whover wants to come!)
Can you let me know where to find the pattern fot the slippers?

Suse said...

Daisy May, the link is there in the post. I wrote "pattern from here" and if you click on the word "here" it will take to you to the pattern.

Stomper Girl said...

I bet your boys can do helping things round the house now, and attend to their own ablutions. I had Mother's Group at my house today and all 3 of the visitors' 3-and-unders had a Very Bad Nappy simultaneously (had to give the boys bedroom a really good airing) and I sat there and thought I'm SO glad I don't have to do that any more. Plus have you had a baby visit lately? Boy they make a mess.

The gold light is quite lovely.

Victoria said...

Scary, thinking about having teen age boys. And girls.
I have that tin, it is a beauty. The sock-light photos are gorgeous, and very of-the-changing-season.