the Wise Robin

small things

 

Our authenticity is found hidden in the small details of our daily round. We think that it is the big moments that define our lives. But really these big moments of happiness are just the punctuation marks. The narrative is written every day in the small and simple

Sarah Ban Breathnach

 

Earlier this week I had a bit of a meltdown. The past months and months of nausea, vomiting, fatigue and general pregnancy discomfort had finally got to me. There were tears, some cranky, defeated kind of  words uttered and lots of hugs. So I thought a little reflection was in order, of all the small things in my world right now that are keeping me going and making me smile.

 

The gorgeous, drizzly, much needed rain and cool spell that had me reaching for a cardi and the doona

 

 

A new project on the needles....

 

...and off the needles

 

 

An early morning delivery of Mr. Lincoln's from a friends garden. Oh, how I have missed fresh cut flowers throughout the house this Summer

 

 

 

Harvesting, no matter how small. It feels good to have grown something this season

 

 

 

Homemade milkshakes drunk through paper straws

 

 

Toblerone, seed and oat biscuits. So good, even if they do give this pregnant Mama a dose of heartburn

 

 

Signs of the season as it draws to a close

 

 

A new window star for my girls room

 

 

The beautiful circle of women and their many, many blessings, that I am surrounded, nurtured and nourished by in these final weeks.

And of course the babe in this ever growing belly of mine, that has brought me, us, on this journey.

 

I hope you are all finding joy in the small things that make you smile.

xoC

 

 

washing day

 

With all this February sunshine and heat, as well as a little third trimester energy thrown in, I thought it time that I started gathering and preparing for this coming babe. A line full of little whites and nappies in all it's simplicity is a very satisfying sight to behold I must say. Hanging out the washing I couldn't help but remember back to when Zahra was a babe and this was part of my daily rhythm. There's something beautiful and reassuring in these simple daily acts, like crispy, clean linen on a bed, freshly baked anything just out of the oven or a tidy seven year olds bedroom.

When I pulled the woolens out of their suitcase in the garage Zahra was intrigued by who had knit them and worn them.  She's so full of questions about herself as a baby these days. She's taken to looking at her baby photos almost daily, practising with nappies on her dolls, swaddling them, settling them, rubbing my belly and making plans for all the things she's going to make and do with the baby. I think she's going to make a beautiful big sister.  The woolens were knit by my Nanna, her Great Nan, who no longer knits due to her arthritis, and some CWA women from where I grew up. I  cherish that Zahra wore something from three generations ago and this babe will share that too. I was also a little more than annoyed when I discovered that the moths thought these handknits made a tasty treat. Luckily it was only the one and with a little patience I managed to patch it. It's fiddly stuff that fingering weight wool.

They're all now folded  and sorted into sizes waiting for that next nesting project to be completed!

Cxo

 

sweet valentine

 

Happy Valentines to you all. Even Miss Kaya, who is looking a little less than impressed with her sandwich board styled sign, couldn't escape the valentine love this morning.

Hoping your day is full of love

xoC

little knits

 

 

While Zahra has taken to wearing my stowed away clothes that don't fit for just now and running through the sprinkler in what feels like the last of the Summer heat, I've been putting a few little knits together for this Autumn babe that is on it's way. Autumn is my most favourite season,  for many reasons... the colours, the crispness in the air, the slowing down, the promise of snow and of course woolies. With the Purl Bee Super Easy Baby Blanket still on the needles, only one more stripe to go, these littles knits have come off the needles and been layed away for cooler days. A couple of pairs of bootees in alpaca and silk bamboo, a beanie for keeping that precious head warm and a magic troll vest for layering.

There are so many more things I'm dreaming of knitting for this babe, cardigans, more vests, toys and not forgetting my girl who has requested a purple beret and mitts. She has declared purple her new favourite colour in lieu of red which has been the frontrunner for the pat six years. Ah, they grow and change so quickly. It seems like only yesterday...

 

Happy last days of Summer to you all

xoC